Chapter 120 You Have One Minute Left

At about nine o'clock, a strange number called Don's assistant sent her a message. It told her the address of the restaurant where Don would have lunch and asked Myra would arrive there at twelve o'clock o'clock on time.

At twelve o'clock, Myra came to the appointed fancy western restaurant.

As soon as she entered, a young man in suit and leather shoes stood by the door. He walked up to her and asked, "Miss Myra Mu?"

"Who are you?" asked Myra in a daze.

"Mr. Gu is waiting for you over there." Then he turned around and led the way for her.

Myra followed the assistant to a seat by the window.

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n the end, it would probably be a regret for her whole life. You really don't want her to get her first trophy by her own performance in her best years?"

Hesitation flashed through Don's eyes. He couldn't help but recall that Benita had shouted at him not to buy her any more trophies.

Noticing his hesitation, Myra continued to snap her fingers, "Mr. Gu, there's one minute left."

Turn from a passive situation into an active one?

Don pressed his lips tightly, put down the tableware, and leaned back in the chair with his eyes narrowed. He looked at Myra seriously.

"Miss An, what would you like to eat?"