chapter 1268 One Hundred Thousand Mountains

Mateo glanced at Mortimer. From the moment Mortimer opened the door in the morning until now, all signs pointed to one thing. Mortimer was smitten! And the object of his affection was naturally Lesley. Mateo shook his head, "I don't know her. We all gather in the bar. If we get along, we play together. How could we know each other?" "Oh." Mortimer's response was evidently disappointed, and he cast his gaze aside. "But I think my friend might know her. After all, we often hang out together,"...