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Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage novel Chapter 403

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Chapter 403.

Soon, the sound of the door opening came from outside. Aveline was so nervous that she grabbed onto her sleeves.

In the past, Layla was secretly controlling everything, but now their positions were reversed, and Layla was still unaware of her presence.

The truth was close at hand. How could that not be exciting?

The door opened, and a woman in a white dress walked in. Her figure was tall but very thin.

Although she was wearing a mask, her bare skin was as fair as snow.

Just by looking at her figure, one could tell what a beautiful face she had behind the mask.

Her legs were normal, presumably she deliberately pretended to be a cleaner with leg problems, and even deliberately painted her face black to not attract attention.

The wind blew her white dress, and without looking at her face, one would think that she was a very gentle and kind girl.

She stopped three meters away, her hands naturally hanging by her side, her voice somewhat hoarse, "Mr. Y, are you looking for me?"

This should be her original voice. It is different from before, not pleasant, and even sounds like her throat is injured.

Evan crossed his legs and slowly turned the gemstone ring, exuding a strong coldness.

He glanced at the two of them and said, "Get out."

Cravel and Mason were obviously a little worried, but they didn't dare to be too arrogant in front of Evan, so they pushed open the door and left.

Only three people were left in the room. Aveline suppressed her excitement.

She remembered what Evan had said. Today, she was just here to confirm Layla's identity.

Knowing how cautious Layla was, Aveline deliberately suppressed her breathing.

Although Layla was the only one left in the room, her back was straight, without the slightest bit of timidity.

Evan got up and walked towards Layla, step by step.

When Evan stood still in front of Layla, he stood there with hands behind his back, looking at Layla with an icy gaze.

Aveline knew that in order to protect their own safety in their circle, they would not take off their masks at will, except for those who were very close to them.

And Evan's move was just a reflex, and after she came back to reality, she gave up stopping.

His slender fingers landed on the back of her head, and Layla could almost smell the faint fragrance of his body.

Her heart was pounding.

Aveline found it strange that a woman who was clearly so arrogant in front of her was now acting like a little white rabbit!

The mask came off little by little, and soft hair covered most of the woman's face.

Aveline gulped nervously.

Evan lifted her chin and said, "Long time no see, little friend."

On the side, Aveline saw her face and froze on the spot.

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