Heart Hunting

The morning light flies through the glass and falls on poppy's soft side face.

As a saying goes, a man who works hard is the most attractive. It is also true for Poppy. When she back to work, she is so attractive.

The suitable career dress makes her look more professional. Her long curly hair is tied into ponytail. Her delicate features are three-dimensional, giving people a sense of capable and beautiful.

"Knock knock..." A clear knock on the door disturbs the silence.

"Come in, please."

Arno pushes the door and walks in. A woman follows behind him. She looks clean and plain. She is not a beautiful type, looks calm and reassuring.

"Poppy, this is the assistant I found for you, Claire. She will follow you in the future." Arno introduces.

"Hello, lawyer Poppy."

"Okay." Poppy answers softly, "did lawyer Arno explain your work and my requirements to you?"

"Yes, very clear." Claire's expression is very calm, but her eyes are very bright.

"OK, you can go out to get familiar with the environment first. I'll call you if I need you."

"Yes."

asks,

in the office. Poppy relaxes a little and leans back. "Do you have something to ask me?"

Arno smiles. "Yes, what do you think about the

"What's your opinion?" Both of them have always been very serious in terms of cases. Poppy clearly knows that Arno has his own set of ideas for

and thinks for a moment. "This kind of legacy case is better to be

His idea is

party. There will be a lot of disputes. I need to clear my mind and never let Ben's lawyer deliberately create

eyes show his approval. Poppy always works carefully, just like a dedicated Weaver. The silkscreen looks thin, but once the "big fish" is wrapped, there is no chance to escape.

The knock at the door breaks the

Poppy looks

Claire comes in with a bunch of beautiful champagne roses

is so charming that someone pursues her as soon as she came

and looks at Claire. "I'll take it. Go out."

"Yes."

Arno's presence, she opens the gift box. Inside is a set

"Are these your clothes?" Arno guesses.

"Yep," she knocks on the box,