She had no choice but to get up and open the door. 12-year-old Ethan Dalton stood outside, holding a half-eaten apple, and naively offered it to her, "Sister, do you want an apple?" "I don’t eat apples! Don’t knock on the door, I have things to do!" After warning him, she slammed the door shut, her heart ablaze with anger! The boy left outside looked downcast, hanging his head like a child who had done something wrong. He just really liked this pretty sister and wanted to be close to her, but she never paid him any attention. Sean Dalton sat by the window, her phone rang, she glanced at the caller ID and quickly answered, "Hey, did you find out?" "Miss Dalton, Anton Miller is a hidden second-generation rich, with assets worth at least tens of billions." The other party reported. The news shocked Sean Dalton, "Tens of billions?" "Yes, half a month ago, he fully paid for a seaside villa, nearly a billion." "..." This completely changed Sean Dalton’s perception of him. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by NoveIＦire.net The other person continued, "He’s very carefree, we haven’t found out who his parents are, they might be abroad, in short, there’s nothing that can constrain him, he generally does whatever he wants." "He previously ran a cybersecurity club, leading a team of talented members for training, and then went abroad for competitions, he has a strong sense of patriotism." "Later on, for some unknown reason, his club was closed down, it seemed to be related to CEO Kingston, but the team is still there, they recently even won a championship in a competition." "He entered the entertainment industry without any warning, just decided to join in a second, seems like he won’t last long, maybe act in a movie or two and then leave." Sean Dalton was aghast, is he really like that? That’s really strange! "Does he have a girlfriend?" Sean Dalton asked the most concerned question. "Based on the current information, he doesn’t have a steady girlfriend." This statement made her heart tighten, "What do you mean by a steady girlfriend?" "He hasn’t had any women around him lately, but before entering the entertainment industry, he was never short of women." The other party said, "He changes girlfriends like clothes, clearly being together and breaking up, many women like his rogue charm, but he never seems to be truly sincere." "......." Sean Dalton understood a bit more about Anton Miller, this behavior fits his personality. She couldn’t help it, after all, she liked him too, right? "What are his hobbies? The fitness activities he likes, or the bars he frequents, and what’s his favorite drink? Find it all out for me!" "Miss Dalton, you... you’re not interested in him too, are you?" The other party was concerned. She smiled and raised her wine glass, "What? Is it not allowed?" "This person is not affectionate." The other party treated her as a friend, "I’m worried you might get hurt and become just another of his many ex-girlfriends." "That’s because you don’t believe in my charm, just find the information I want." After saying that, she directly hung up the phone. Sean Dalton had been in the entertainment industry for many years, acting with countless fresh faces, but she had really never encountered someone like Anton Miller. "Through a sea of flowers, untouched by a single leaf." Everyone has a heart, he just hasn’t encountered the one who truly moves him yet, right? Sean Dalton smiled as she drank the wine in her glass, Anton Miller was the only man who made her heart flutter. She once fantasized about becoming Mrs. Kingston, but that was unrealistic after all. Besides, Justin Kingston got married and even has children now. Anton Miller is so wealthy, marrying him would also be marrying into a wealthy family. In the seaside villa. The evening breeze rustled the leaves, and the night dew soaked the grass in the yard, leaving traces of moisture. The moonlight was as clear as water. After dinner, Mia Lane went upstairs into the bedroom, sitting alone by the window in a daze, watching the clouds during the day and the moon at night. A cup that Justin Kingston gave her was on the coffee table, filled with warm water. She’s been drinking water from this cup lately, as if it still retained his warmth. She couldn’t help but open the web on her phone, typing Justin Kingston car accident, but still found nothing. But she longed to get any news about him, even just a little bit. Has he woken up? Is he still in Aethelburg? Is he out of danger? Is he in pain? At this moment, Anton Ford entered the room, his steps were light, or perhaps she was too distracted to notice.