The Masked Stranger

Aura Corporation's signature was quite eye-catching. As one walked in, one could see a familiar figure holding a notebook, diligently working.

Audrey walked in, and Valerie looked up and recognized her. “Ms. Mercer, are you here to buy clothes?”

“No, I need to go back now. Mr. Whitmore has a bad stomach. Please take good care of him,” Audrey said with a faint smile at the corner of her lips.

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