Yes, Vivian was very happy, extraordinarily rxed and happy.


    Ever since she first found out her identity as a recluse, she had felt like she was carrying a heavy burden every day, so heavy that she couldn’t stand up.


    Now that it was over, she was relieved.


    Morris stood beside Vivian, watching her smile brightly, also sincerely along with happy.


    He raised his hand and rubbed her hair, “Just be happy.”


    At this time, Marilyn Baron and Dixon, Sophie and other people came down from the ne one after another.


    Sophie wore big silver gray sunsses and a mask to cover herself up tightly, only then she would not feel the strange eyes of others.


    Dixon held Sophie’s hand tightly and led her off the ne, cheering her on, “Sophie, Vivian has contacted the stic surgeon, we are going there now. Don’t worry, with the current level of medicine, it will never leave any scars on your face.”


    He said confidently, Sophie sunsses, her eyes but a few bitterness emerged.


    She should, how to answer him?


    Sophie didn’t say anything.


    Since her disfigurement, she has be silent, and he is slowly getting used to it.


    The group walked out of the airport and just walked to the lobby when they met Trent.


    Trent walked up and saw Morris and Vivian and grinned, “Boss, youngdy, you’re finally back.”


    Seeing them safe and sound, Trent’s hanging heart finally fell.


    “Well. You’ve had a hard timetely.”


    Morris jawed slightly.


    “It’s not hard, with Mr. Danny and Angelo helping out, it’s all good.” Trent gave a heated smile.


    Then suddenly thought of something, so he pulled out something and handed it to Morris, “This is what you asked for.”


    Morris took the item, looked back at Marilyn Baron and walked over, “This is yours.”


    Marilyn Baron, red as fire, removed her sunsses and looked at what Morris handed over, “This is …?”


    “ID. You have a new name, Margarita Jones, ording to thest name you chose for yourself.”


    Upon arriving in C, Morris first sent Trent Marilyn Baron’s photo and information profile to get a new ID card quickly.


    “Marilyn, congrattions …” Vivian walked up to her and was just about to say ‘congrattions’ when she immediately changed her mind, ” Margarita Jones, yes, from now on you will no longer be Marilyn Baron, but Margarita Jones.”


    In the Hidden Nation, ‘everyone knows’ that Marilyn Baron died on the day of her session.


    It was on that day that there was no more ‘Marilyn Baron’ in the world, only Margarita Jones was alive.


    “Margarita Jones, not a bad name.” Dixon walked over and said with a smile.


    “Sister Marilyn, congrattions on your new name.” Sophie also congratted Marilyn Baron.


    Marilyn Baron took the thin ID card and looked carefully at every bit of information, a sour look rippled out of her eyes.


    Margarita Jones?


    Yes, ‘Marilyn Baron’ is dead, there is only one person named Margarita Jones in this world.


    She looked up, looked into the distance, looked at the blue sky of L City, felt the breeze passing by, her heart was rxed, but with a bit of frustration.


    “Hoo …” after a deep sigh, her fiery red lips hooked up a smile, “Okay. Margarita Jones, from today onwards, I am Margarita Jones, you can no longer be called wrong. You can’t call me wrong anymore.”


    “Miss Margarita, nice to meet you.”


    Dixon, the king of the show, immediately extended his hand towards her.


    Margarita Jones was stunned and immediately reached out to shake her hand, “Mr. Dixon, nice to meet you, too.”


    This scene made the crowdugh and the atmosphere was instantly enlivened.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    And at this moment, Trent who was on the side suddenly noticed a familiar figure among the group of people.