Chapter 150: Young and Naive

Although she was itching with hatred, she had to compromise as her waist got hurt. She grabbed the handkerchief he handed over with her fair and tender hands, exerting a lot of effort just to steady herself. She breathed out a sigh of relief. "Thank you. By the way, what's your name, handsome?" Cheyenne asked. Sam casually folded the well-made handkerchief and threw it into the nearby trash can. Cheyenne widened her eyes and pursed her lips in anger. "...Do you have to be so exaggerated?" His face turned slightly red as his features became even more handsome in his blue suit that exuded an air of high-end quality. "Sam Hurst. Miss Lawrence, you can call me Sam." Sam? The image of three people on Kelvin's desk came into Cheyenne's mind - Kelvin in the middle, a young man wearing a sweater and white shirt on his left side with blonde hair and gentle smile; strangely enough, there was no head for the person on their right side which seemed cut off from the picture. She had asked hi