"Alright." Dallas responded.
The two of them went to take photos again and copied the documents.
They took the form and filled it out separately.
Mia held the pen and felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, unable to resist glancing at the photo again.
Of course, hats weren't allowed for the photo.
Her hair hadn't grown back.
Bald.
The photographer's expression was peculiarly filled with pity, likely thinking she was terminally ill and wouldn't last long, looking at Dallas with admiration and respect.
Dallas... was naturally good.
Even if he agreed hastily to Aurora Cooper's proposal, lied, and deceived her.
It was all because of love.
But she didn't love him, so if she didn't love him, how could she harm him?
Mia took a deep breath, lowered the pen, and looked up at Dallas.
"What's wrong?" As soon as Dallas spoke, suddenly a hand reached out from the side and grabbed Mia's wrist, pulling her outside.
"Koa Jackson!" Dallas suddenly stood up.
