Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 1864

This female visitor was Abby's assistant.

Tina knew her - she had met her when she was competing with Abby for the cooperation from Mrs. Holman. She seemed to have heard Abby call her Silvia.

Tina bent down to help Isla stand up first. After making sure that she was fine, she quickly looked at Silvia. After all, Isla bumped into her first, so Tina said apologetically, "I'm sorry. Are you injured?"

Isla also apologized sincerely. "I'm sorry. I didn't see you just now!"

Seeing that the little girl was so sensible to apologize to her, Silvia felt it hard to criticize her. Moreover, she was only slightly knocked down and was fine. Therefore, she shook her head with a smile and said, "It doesn't matter. I'm fine. It's nothing serious!"

Isla stretched out her little hand and said, "Your things fell out!"

Silvia lowered her head and saw that many design drafts were scattered on the stairs around her. It turned out that she hadn't zipped up the bag.

Tina also looked over. They were all design drafts with no signature on them.

However, they didn't seem to have been done by one person.

Each design was in a different style. Tina raised her eyebrows slightly in surprise.

Silvia had leaned over to pick them up. Tina also hurried to help her. "Sorry, I'll help you with this..."

However, before she could touch the drafts, the assistant, Silvia, panicked and said loudly, "No! No! No need. I can do it myself!"

Almost immediately, she picked up all the designs scattered on the steps and stuffed them into her handbag in a great panic.

Then she hurried upstairs.

Tina looked at her back thoughtfully and gradually took a wild guess.

The night was quiet.

Tina put down the fairy tale book in her hand. Isla, lying on the bed, had fallen asleep. Her face was red, and her mouth was slightly open. She looked very cute.

Tina tucked the quilt for her. When she heard footsteps coming from the doorway, she got off the bed quietly, closed the door gently, and followed the footsteps to the master bedroom.

Wilson's tall figure had entered the changeroom.

He had taken off his suit jacket and was going to untie his tie.

The mirror reflected the outline of his handsome face. After a busy day, he looked tired, his eyes downcast. When he saw Tina coming over in the mirror, his softened gaze behind the glasses fell on her.

Tina walked over to help him, slightly raising herself on tiptoe. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Wilson raised his chin slightly to enjoy her service. As soon as she took off his tie and shirt, he grabbed her hand and kissed it.

Tina's cheeks were slightly red.

Wilson asked, "What did you do tonight with Isla in your father's villa?"

Tina answered honestly, "Old Master Amery likes Isla very much and gave her a small gift. After dinner, I talked with Lin about the fashion design, and then we came back!"

Wilson nodded. "Ohm!"

In fact, he was concerned about whether she had a hard time in the Amery family. This time, Bill had privately promised him that he would not make them feel wronged, so Wilson helped him persuade Tina to pay a visit.

Tina lowered her eyes slightly, thinking of the female assistant she met in the Amery family before she left. She reached out and gently hugged Wilson's strong waist. She whispered in his ear with a slight smile in a flattering and ingratiating tone. "Wilson, can you help me with one thing?"

Wilson smiled and said, "Okay!"

He would agree to whatever she said even without knowing what it was.

Wilson bent down slightly and lifted her in his arms with ease. Then, he strode to the big bed outside with eyes full of burning sensual desire.

He kissed her lips while walking.

He was going to get some reward first.

On Friday evening, Tina went to a banquet with Wilson after work.

It was not a business banquet but a small private one that did not require a female companion. Many people came alone, but Wilson still asked her to come.

In his words, with her by his side, no other women would come to harass him.

Hearing that, Tina smiled sweetly.

The banquet was held in a private villa.

Tina took Wilson's arm and walked into the banquet hall, which was luxuriously decorated, though for a small private banquet. Everyone was splendidly dressed and was chatting gaily around with a glass in their hands.

People greeted and toasted.

Tina accompanied Wilson. When he was chatting with others, she stood quietly beside him. When no one was around, they would talk happily for a while.

In the crowd, an old man looked very conspicuous.

Different from the gorgeous suits of others, he was wearing a loose and comfortable suit, and his every move was full of the air of a scholar.

When Tina saw him, she couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Wilson, I didn't see wrongly, did I? Isn't that Master Willard? You know, the painting master?"

Wilson looked over.

"Yes!" He nodded and looked a little surprised. He said with a hint of laziness in his tone as if he knew Master Willard very well, "I didn't expect he would come!"

Someone called Wilson over. Tina saw Mr. Willard standing alone at a long table not far in front of her. After thinking for a while, she slightly lifted her skirt and walked over.

She took the initiative to greet him. "Mr. Willard, nice to meet you!"

Hearing that, Mr. Willard turned around and looked at the young woman with proper humility in front of him. He was a little confused and asked, "Well, may I ask who you're?"

Tina smiled and introduced herself seriously, "My name is Tina, and I am a clothing designer. I have never had a chance to thank you in person. I am very grateful that you were willing to help Wilson with the fashion show and allowed us to use your paintings and calligraphy, especially the precious painting "Ten Miles Peach Blossom".

She was very grateful to him for that. Now that she had the chance to meet him at the banquet, she felt it necessary to thank him.

However, before she could finish her words, his face darkened, and he said grumpily, "Humph, I didn't do it myself. It was that spoiled brat who grabbed them away. He is nothing but a bandit!"

It seemed that he was still very annoyed when it came to this matter.

As soon as she introduced herself, he had already known who she was.

Tina was struck dumb.

She had always thought that Wilson got Mr. Willard's permission to use the valuable works by his sound friendship. To her great surprise, he snatched them from him!

Tina flushed with embarrassment.

Then there came Wilson's deep voice. "Are you speaking ill of me?"

Mr. Willard squinted at him and sneered. "Don't you know what dirty work you've done?"

Wilson looked careless - he didn't seem to take it seriously.

Tina was speechless.