Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 1966

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Josiah came to the company for a meeting.

He had just returned from his studies abroad and was ready to return to the stage. After half a year of separation, he attached great importance to the meeting with his fans.

Today's meeting was to discuss the details of the concert.

There were two love songs in Josiah's new album besides singing and dancing. As the final performance, he and his team suggested inviting Strad, the violin master, to be their guest performer.

Strad's first performance in this country caused quite a stir.

Josiah was so unlucky that he didn't get a chance to see Strad's performance at the concert. Therefore, he wanted to invite Strad to his show, thinking it would make their performance unforgettable.

He knew this idea was too fantastic because Strad rarely accepted such invitations. Nevertheless, he worked for a big corporation. If his team invited Strad in the name of the company, Strad might accept the invitation. So, Josiah applied to his boss for a chance.

To his great surprise, the boss refused without hesitation.

Josiah was very depressed.

Mia ran to him and asked politely and cautiously, "Mr. Quave, I'm sorry to disturb you!"

Josiah was stunned when he saw her.

In particular, Mary, their boss' assistant mouthed, "Our boss' wife."

Josiah immediately got it and called out, "So nice to see you, Mrs. Chin!"

Hearing her idol call her like that, Mia was a little embarrassed and said cheekily, "Could you sign two autographs for me? My friend and I are your fans!"

Hearing that she was his fan, Josiah was extremely flattered.

He nodded repeatedly. "Yes, of course!"

What a joke! How could he dare to refuse her?

He was very attentive to her and invited her to sit by the table while preparing to write his signatures.

The staff members following him would always carry his photos with them.

He took two and asked very carefully before writing, "May I ask what's your friend's name and what business she's in? I'll give her a special signature!"

Mia replied, "Her name is Lyle Maberry, a lovely girl beloved by her parents and friends. She is a policewoman."

"Cool," Josiah said. Then he wrote a lot of blessings and specifically noted that all of this was for Josiah, and finally wrote down his name and the date.

After this, he picked up another photo.

It was his stage photo. He was wearing a performance suit, holding a microphone.

He had many fans, most of who loved his outstanding appearance. However, Mia admired his ability. He could always offer high-level performances, making each of his moves on the stage standard and attractive with explosive power, so she felt that he was particularly charming on the stage.

He added, "What do you want me to write for you? Just tell me!"

She said she liked whatever he wanted to write. In the end, she could not help but say excitedly, "Thank you, elder brother!"

He was nicknamed as eder brother by his fans.

But this was exactly what Desmond had heard when he walked over.

Desmond was taken aback.

His maroon hair stood up on end as he said in a broken and resentful voice, "Mia, did you need so much time to use the bathroom?"

Mia raised her little head and asked in surprise, "Are you done with the meeting?"

Desmond snapped, "Do you want to starve me to death?! Come back to my office with me. I want to eat!"

He stepped forward and pulled up Mia.

By the time Mia realized what was going on, she had been pulled into his office.

But she hadn't gotten her special signature yet!

Looking at their receding figures, Josiah put down the pen in his hand. After thinking for a while, he asked the person beside him, "Colton, I haven't done anything wrong recently to provoke my boss,

have I?"

Colton touched his head. "No, I guess."

Josiah recalled the way his boss looked at him just now and said with trepidation, "Then why do I have the illusion that he wants to fire me..."

Colton said nothing to reply but felt the same way in his heart.

Closing the office door, Desmond sat down on the sofa.

He took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and put it between his fingers.

Sometimes, he'd like to smoke when in a state of frustration, but he wasn't addicted to smoking.

As soon as he took out the lighter, she persuaded softly, "It's not good to smoke!"

"..." Desmond glanced over.

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Then, he put the cigarette back without thinking.

He would only stubbornly say that it was none of his business if it were someone else. However, when he looked at her pair of pure eyes staring at him with a serious expression, Desmond realized that he could do nothing but obey. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Mia picked up the lunch box. "Aren't you hungry? Don't you want to eat?"

Desmond gave a cold snort. "Sure!"

His attitude was not good.

Knowing that he was still unhappy, Mia placed each layer of the lunch box on the table and handed him the prepared chopsticks.

He took it arrogantly.

He was indeed hungry. To show his dissatisfaction with her, he hadn't had a good breakfast in the past two days.

Seeing him pouring porridge into the bowl, Mia asked, "Do you like plain porridge very much?"

Desmond thought for a moment. "I suppose so."

He didn't really like eating rice porridge. To be exact, he missed the feeling when he had it.

In the past, he had eaten the porridge made by Tina.

Because of it, Desmond, who had been against his cousin Wilson on purpose, had a crush on Tina.

However, the past was gone.

Upon learning that Wilson was going to marry Tina, Desmond knew that he had no chance to win her over.

During this period, they often displayed their affection for each other before him. Tina only cooked the rice porridge for Wilson, and Desmond never got a chance to drink it again. Like a child who couldn't forget the toy he failed to get, he always thought about it.

However, the rice porridge Mia made for him seemed slightly different.

Now he wanted to drink it, not because of his past, but because it was from Mia.

Desmond was so sensitive that he ate up all the dishes after Mia finished eating.

Mia put back the empty plates.

Desmond lazily watched her do these things. There was a hint of satisfaction at the corners of his eyes that he didn't become aware of.

Next to the phone was Josiah's special signature for Lyle.

There was only one.

Just now, he pulled Mia back before Josiah finished the other one.

Holding the signed photo, Mia looked at Desmond and asked tentatively. "Desmond, could you..."

She wanted him to help her get her unfinished signature back, or she could do it herself. After all, Josiah seemed to be very easy-going and enthusiastic.

Desmond could tell at a glance what she wanted to say.

"No!" He refused without hesitation.

Mia was speechless, lowering her head with disappointment.

Desmond, seeing this, felt a sharp pain in his head and exploded in anger. "Mia, you little liar!"

"Ah?" Mia was at a loss.

Desmond began to settle accounts with her. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Didn't you say that I'm the best-looking man? Then how could you admire him so much and call him elder brother?"