“Wait! Can't I have a try?” Mya yelled t his receding figure. However, he pressed the button and entered the elevator.

After he vanished, Mya closed the door and returned to the dining table.

In the noodle bowl, she saw her favorite cilantro.

Mya picked up a fork and sat down, wondering why he knew she liked cilantro.

Besides, she didn’t see any green onion this time, which confirmed that Finnley was reliable and considerate.

Mya finished the noodles and the soup.

It was delicious, and she had never had it in any restaurant. The noodle bowl was supposed to be the best one she had eaten in her life.

After breakfast, Mya picked up her bag and went out, planning to buy some outfits.

Finnley didn’t go to work until noon.

In the president's office, he reported to Ivan, “Mr. Marsh, Leslie Eastwood has sent his men to look for Catherine. So far, they haven't found her yet.”

about this point for a while. “The penalty must be a lot of money. I know him.” “According to my investigation, the contract was invalid,” Finnley answered, “Catherine signed it using the erasable ink. When Leslie Eastwood received

asked,

I heard he was furious as he had been fooled by a

men to continue

Mr. Marsh.” Finnley had already sent his men

vice president's office next door, Linda was

was absentminded, so she almost dripped the water onto the floor. Her mood worsened whenever she thought there

her to have a crush

be his girlfriend, she would regret it all

should be brave as she

and Finnley left

his hands in the pockets of his trousers, Ivan said, “I have

"Yes, Mr. Marsh?”

spoke, his eyes lit up. “The new place should be at least three times bigger than the previous one. All the equipment should be imported. Also,

had thought

answered honestly, “Mr. Marsh, I don't know much about Mr. Lawrence. What kind of style does he like? Shall we put in new ideas

thought about those questions earlier and

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