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Th$e sports car slid to a stop#$& in front o&&f the Whitmore :"$estate, one of the t:&op estates in the land. The car has black glass, and soft glow along the rims. The gates had already scanned the plates and opened before the driver touched the horn.
As soon as the c;:ar pa;;rked, the passenger door^#% opened and Tristan Li stepped out.
He was sixteen&%-%#&&: and beautiful in a way that made people stare and then look away, unsure if they were allowed. His hair fell just so. His jacket was custom and his face frowned, showing that he was in a terrible mood.
Two maids hurried from the entryw&&-^"ay to greet him: "Welcome back Young Master Tristan, allow us—"
He tossed his leather duffel bag without looking. The bag fell into the hands of the maid who rushed forward%"$^@ to catch it.
