Bowie couldn't help but get carried away when talking about dance. Realizing he might have gone on a bit too long, he cleared his throat and eagerly said, "Flora, if you have any requests or suggestions, just say the word. We can figure it out together."

Seeing that Flora was still silent, Bowie's tone turned almost pleading: "Flora, after all I've said, you can't still be uninterested, can you?"

Flora finally looked up at Bowie.

Truth be told, fifty million wasn't a big deal to her. She could make that kind of money with a snap of her fingers. Plus, she didn't want to commercialize her dance skills. So, when Samson had called her about this, she turned him down right away.

But...

Watching the little old man who was still going on about dance, Flora saw a genuine love for it in his eyes.

After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Where's the contract?"

contract from his briefcase and handed it to her. Flora glanced over it

and for a moment, he felt like it wasn't real. He had

eyes twinkling as he

"Not interested."

rejection was immediate.

Not interested?

could you not

had always wanted to join and had submitted several applications, but her lack of experience and notable works had led to multiple

her heart was

a twinge of regret but didn't push further. He could tell Flora was someone

his throat and spoke in the kindest, most amiable tone, "It's fine if you don't want to join now.

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255