Chapter 551


    Arabe''s bright water eyes quickly overflowed with a surprised smile. She struggled to stand up and


    walked towards his luxury business car.


    Keh saw the girl who was chasing after his car falling through the rearview mirror. His heart


    tightened, and he quickly signaled to Amare to park ahead.


    Amare immediately stepped on the brake and heard the displeased voice of Mr. Lucero, scolding him in


    a low voice, "Why are you driving so fast? Are you driving a rocket?"


    "..."


    Amare felt wronged. The speed at which he was driving was dictated by Mr. Lucero himself. He didn''t


    drive fast at all.


    Amare felt it necessary to inform Patrick when he returned-Patrick, Mr. Lucero was worried about that


    girl who fell, and he took his anger out on me!


    Arabe walked over, and Keh reached out and opened the rear car door. His clearly defined


    fingers reached out and grabbed her slender and fair wrist, pulling her in directly.


    Ah!


    Arabe let out a soft call. Her delicate body fell unsuspectingly into the car. At this moment, the man''s


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    strong arm tightened and held her slender waist firmly. He ced her on his robust thigh.


    This series of actions flowed smoothly, domineering and powerful, typical of his overbearing style.


    Arabe was still in shock. At this moment, Keh held her hand, peeled apart her delicate white


    fingers, and looked at the palm of her hand.


    Her two fair palms were not injured, and her fall just now did not hurt her. However, her palms were


    dirty, a little dusty.


    Keh frowned and threw the folded handkerchief from his suit pocket at her, looking disgusted.


    "Clean your hand, it''s filthy. Don''t touch me with it."


    Arabe quickly took the handkerchief. Her palms were indeed a bit dirty, and she knew this man had a


    cleanliness obsession.


    "Mr. Lucero," Arabe looked at him and moved slightly as she was a little uneasy. "It''s inconvenient to


    sit like this. Put me down please."


    She is still sitting on his thigh, and today she is wearing a pleated skirt.


    Keh felt that she was sitting very stiffly, with her knees pressed against his side.


    He gripped her soft waist tightly and pinched it, warning her in a low voice, "Stay as it is, okay?"


    Arabe felt a bit of pain from his pinch. "Then let go of me first..."


    "Can you stop squirming?" His deep voice sounded somewhat hoarse.


    Arabe, who had experienced intimate encounters, didn''t know what he meant. A faint blush appeared


    on her fair and delicate skin as she softly retorted, "I''m not squirming..."


    "No? Wasn''t it you who twerked for me on the arena?"


    "..."


    Arabe didn''t twerk just for him, but it was part of the dance routine. It just happened to involve


    twerking.


    How could he understand like that?


    These words came out of his mouth in a mature and provocative tone, with an indescribably...


    suggestive undertone.


    Arabe tugged on his expensive suitpel and quickly straightened out the creases, saying in a low


    voice, "There is someone else here. Can you...be more civilized in your speech?"


    Amare, who was suddenly mentioned, thought, "It''s okay. I didn''t hear anything. The one who talked


    about twerking just now is definitely not Mr. Lucero. Definitely not!"


    Keh reached out and raised the partition in the middle, separating them from the world in front.


    Arabe returned to the main topic, "Mr. Lucero, did you stop the car because you''re willing to help me


    this time?"