My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I was a little speechless. "Mr. Milton, why are you playing with fire? You had a proposal prepared in advance, then me to make another one. Now that it's almost time to present it, you've given me yet another new one. Do you think I can memorize everything within a few minutes?"

He said calmly, "You won't know unless you try."

I had nothing more to say.

I glared at him in resentment. I really didn't want to talk to him anymore. I looked down at the auction plan and was particularly surprised.

I looked at him, stunned and asked, "Did you do this? Or Linda?"

He glanced at me but ignored my question. "It's your turn next."

I pursed my lips and went back to studying it carefully. I had no choice but to do my best now.

"The next bid is from the Milton Group. Please get ready," said the emcee on stage.

little. The new proposal looked good, but I'm not prepared enough. It was

sweat, and my

up into Sebastian's dark eyes. Sᴇaʀch

nervous. Even if the bid fails, you can still continue to work for

glared at him before I pulled my hand away. "Oh please, don't pretend to be merciful now. Please just let me know in advance

charmingly, his voice clear, "Okay, I'll

wanted to punch the smile off of his face. I might've

looking at me, I sneaked

black, who I had not noticed earlier, was openly staring at us from not too far away. His eyes were gloomy and I shivered at the coldness in his gaze as he looked at the both of us. Needless to say, he'd definitely misunderstood and thought that there was something between

in a low voice. "Do you think that he will reject our bid outright

together and inhaled deeply. I shook off my anger and said as calmly as possible, "Don't worry, Hendrix isn't unreasonable

way the whole time. It was obvious that he'd grabbed my hand on purpose just so Hendrix would see it.

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