Chapter 1336

Chapter 1336

"Yeah, that means you." Karl nodded.

"Are you kidding me?" Chris slapped the table, "Why should I go? Me?

You want me to approach a girl? You guys are crazy. I won't do it!"

"Good-looking and attractive, you guys are asking me to seduce?" The

more Chris thought about it, the angrier he got, pointing at Luther, "Why

not let him go? Isn't he good-looking?"

By this time, Chris was finally willing to admit that Luther was good

looking.

"And you, you're good looking too, why don't you go?" Chris pointed at

Karl and became more dissatisfied.

What are all the bad ideas?

"Ahem, wait a minute, let me ask, Senator Hughes is over forty this

year, how come he has a sister who is only twenty-two years old?"

Joyce asked in confusion.

She poured herself a glass of water and took a few sips.

Chris went up and took away her quilt in anger, "You still have the heart

to drink water. And don't help me talk."

Joyce's hand was empty and she looked at Chris, who had a child's

temper.

Karl explains, "Half siblings, Senator Hughes’ father was old enough to

have a daughter, and Senator Hughes himself adored his sister.”

Chris tapped the table, "Answer my question first. Why didn't you guys

go?!"

Karl shrugged, "Think carefully, Mr. Warner in Pascaylia, it's easy to

know his identity, even if you don't usually read financial magazines,

with his looks, online casually look up all know who he is, OK? Come

on up and be demolished, not even close."

Luther spread his hands helplessly, "I can't help with that."

Chris stared blankly, "What about yourself?"

“I'm not likely to do it. I'm a top stalker with Otis and Senator Hughes

and Mr. Moore, and my every move is basically under their control.

How could I possibly do this?"

Karl pointed to Chris, "Only you, a foreigner. And your identity is

confidential. No website or social media can find your profile and

related photos. You just need to be careful Mr. Moore, no one can know

your identity. So, no one but you can do the job."

Chris had a dark look on his face.

He walked around the hall depressed, pressing himself against the

wall, grumbling, “In Alvonia, the line of girls wanting to meet me couldn't

stretch from the marshal's palace to the square. I can't believe I have to

condescend to approach a girl. It's too degrading, it's an insult to me, I

can't do it."

He held his head with both hands, "I really can't do it, it's too

humiliating. You guys, you don't even look at my handsome and

charming appearance, I need to take the initiative to approach a girl? I'll

be laughed to death if I tell you!"

Joyce picks up the table, Nina's picture.

A quiet girl with a classical temperament, good-looking and durable,

with short, floppy-eared hair of a student, quite some medieval flavor.

Overall not bad.

Karl hands the photo to Chris.

"She is not easy to approach. As far as I understand, she has male

phobia. Probably, the overly strict discipline of the family since

childhood, so that she usually do not smile. For people quiet, few

words. Not to mention falling in love with a boy, holding hands, even

talking, she usually barely speaks to boys."