Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 1577

Tina covered the microphone with her hand and lowered her voice. "Hello, Mr. Chin?"

Wilson asked, "Are you at work?"

"Mm!" Tina nodded. When she heard the airport radio broadcasting on the other side of the line, she asked, "Are you back from your business trip?"

After staying one night in the holiday village, they returned to the city area the next day. Wilson sent her to the TV station and went straight to the airport, beginning his many business trips.

Tina heard that Wilson's leather shoes fell to the ground, and he said with a relaxed voice. "Well, I just got off the plane. Do you miss me?

Tina did not dare to say no, which would displease him, so she immediately replied, "Yes, I do!"

On the line came his deep laughter.

Then there seemed to be the sound of the door closing, and he said, "I'm going to get on the car to deal with the email. Bye!" "Oh!" Tina nodded.

The almost meaningless chat ended.

Tina put down her phone. Somehow, she felt like he was like a husband reporting his schedule to his wife...

Then, she was shocked by this thought.

What kind of illusion was this?

On the other side, Wilson's Rolls-Royce was driving from the airport to Chin's Group.

Half an hour later, his exclusive elevator reached the top floor.

Wilson walked out of the office with vigorous strides, followed by Terry holding a laptop. Along the way, all the staff greeted him respectfully.

In the secretary's office, Irene, his secretary, ran out to greet him in a hurry, holding a stack of documents in her hands, reporting the work and the following important schedule. "President Chin, you are back! These are documents that need to be signed by you. Besides, there are two proposals and a contract. In addition, you have an appointment with Mr. Schain, the president of the Mountain Group, at two o'clock in the afternoon! In the evening, we will hold a shareholders' meeting as planned..."

Wilson listened with a calm posture all the time.

When he heard the meeting in the evening, he slightly raised his eyebrows and interrupted. "Cancel the meeting. I have something private to do tonight!"

Irene was speechless.

Before Tina noticed it, the sun was setting.

The rose-colored sunlight enveloped the office building, and the warm rays of the sun came through the blinds, lighting up every corner. The atmosphere in the office was warm and comfortable.

Tina lowered her head and glanced at her watch. It was time to get off work.

She glanced at the vase by the table out of the corner of her eye and shook her head with a smile. It seemed that there was no flower sent to her today.

However, Tina did not feel disappointed. She was just curious.

The other colleagues around had already packed up and left the office one after another. Tina also started to close the documents on the desktop. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

She was about to get up and leave when the bouquet on the fourth day came.

The delivery staff in his work suit came over in a hurry with a large bunch of flowers in his arms. After sending the bouquets for many days in a row, he recognized Tina and came straight to her. The delivery staff put the flowers on her desk and left after Tina signed for it.

Bonnie, who had not left yet, saw the flowers and immediately exclaimed in a low voice, "My God! It finally came! I thought I would be disappointed today! By the way, this bouquet of red roses is so beautiful!"

It was indeed very lovely.

The large bouquet had at least 99 roses.

All the roses were wrapped in a layer of black chiffon with a long tail at the end of the bouquet. Each rose red as fire was in full bloom. Their fragrance filled the whole office.

Tina reached out and picked up the card between roses.

As expected, she saw the flowery language of red roses: 99 ROSES - FOREVER LOVE.

The only difference was that there was a signature at the bottom: Chin.

There was only one word.

It seemed that the mysterious man finally revealed something about his identity.

Tina stared at the card blankly, and a myriad of thoughts flashed through her mind.

Was it from Wilson?

Such a possibility made her heart thump violently.

Tina came out of the office building with the heavy bouquet in her arms. Under the background of roses and sunset glow, her little cheeks turned rosy red, and there were rays of golden light swimming inside her pupils.

Her footsteps became brisk without her noticing it.

When she walked to the side of the road, a luxurious Rolls-Royce stopped next to her.

Tina was astonished.

Terry opened the rear door.

Wilson crossed his long legs, sitting there in a lazy posture like an ancient emperor. As usual, he was wearing a hand-made suit, which outlined his perfectly shaped body. Tina found his chiseled features irresistible, but at this time, he looked a little unhappy.

Ever since she appeared, his eyes behind the glasses were fixed on her, or to be more precise, on the eye-catching red rose in her arms.

Tina bent over and got into the car. Before she could sit steady, there came Wilson's sullen voice. "Where did you get the bouquet?"

She was stunned and could not help asking, "Wasn't it from you?"

Wilson frowned. "No!"

Tina, ...

This time, it was her turn to feel surprised.

Tina subconsciously took out the card in the middle of the bouquet and confirmed that the signature was "Chin".

Then, she searched in her mind, and the image of a man with a wicked smile and maroon curly hair flashed across - Desmond Chin?!

No way...

Tina raised her hand and helplessly touched her forehead. Well, that was so embarrassing!

Since they stood pretty close, Wilson saw the word on the card when she pulled out the card.

Just like her, Wilson also figured out who it was. His face suddenly darkened, and the atmosphere in the car cooled down in an instant. Tina felt chill as if a gust of cold wind were coming at her.

Tina slightly trembled, feeling horrified under his furious gaze.

She quickly made her stand clear and disentangled herself from the misunderstanding. "I have nothing to do with Desmond. There's nothing between us! He sent the flowers to me on his own accord. Today is the fourth day I received a bouquet.

I know nothing beforehand!"

Hearing this, Wilson looked slightly relieved.

He squinted at the bouquet of roses, a real eyesore, and said with murderous intent. "Don't worry. It won't happen again!"

Tina smiled apologetically.

Finally, she knew who delivered the flowers. Somehow, she felt a little disappointed when Wilson said it was not from him.

Tina secretly shook her head, trying to sober up a little to face the reality.

It was the evening rush hour, so their car could not move fast.

After leaving the TV station, Wilson's Rolls-Royce was on the way to her home.

The misunderstanding about the flowers had been cleared up. The atmosphere in the car was no longer that tense.

Tina looked at the familiar road through the car window. She looked surprised and asked in a flattered tone with some hesitation, "Are you here to just pick me up from work?" Terry, who was driving in the front, quietly glanced back.

This was not the first time at all!

His boss had come to the TV station to pick her up before. However, after waiting for her for a long time, he saw her get in her exboyfriend's car and leave...

"Well!" Wilson said lazily, "You said you missed me, right?"

"..." Tina was at a loss for words. Well, it seemed to be true...