Date with Me, Sugar Mama

Viola took a glance at him and gave a perfunctory answer, “Ok, ok.”

Steven let go of her and followed her into the cafe.

Only a few of people were in the café. Viola was suspicious, outside the parking lot were at least hundreds of cars, why were so few people here? Did they all go riding horses?

Viola walked across the hall to a small table in the corner, where sat a man in a baseball cap.

“What did you find, Mike?” Viola sat down, crossing her legs and playing with her sunglasses.

Mike kept highly vigilance, as he was to open his mouth, he got tense as he saw a person.

Viola narrowed her eyes and followed along his sight. It was Steven. Shrewd could not be seen in her eyes. “What are you afraid of?”

looked uneasy, but soon

few people in this café and you

mouth. With both of his hands on his knees, he took a deep

said slowly, “There is nothing wrong with the horse farm. I misjudged it

raised her jaw and looked at him in a condescending manner, “Mike, what happened? You have different

farm’s owner Patrick, including his social relations and economic status, there is no mistake. And I've checked all the records on the horse farm for the last fifty years. There's no

with her index finger suddenly, which stunned Mike. Subconsciously he wanted to put aside her hand, but before he

his bearded face and

happen if I

still decent, but chill emanating from her beautiful eyes, like a knife on

throat. It occurred to him that this