"Second Master..."

Emily timidly walked out of the room. She was wearing a black dress and high heels. Standing in front of the man sitting on the sofa, he pulled the skirt corner and didn't speak.

Although Nicola can't see her appearance, he is familiar with her body, and the way of nature is the grinding pattern she wears.

Nicola nodded and said quietly, "Let's go."

Then he got up and left. An assistant had already opened the door. Emily did not dare to contradict, and followed him closely.

In the past few years in the organization, someone has already trained them how to step on high heels, so she...