Baily was a little stunned. When he turned his head and saw it was Archer, his angry face softened. He forced a smile and said, "Brother Archer, I'm talking to your ex-girlfriend."
Archer replied, "I have something important to tell Myra. If you don't have anything important, you can excuse us."
Baily curled his lips and mumbled, "You don't want her already. Don't you allow others to touch her?"
Lydia came here with Archer. Hearing this, she looked a little embarrassed.
Without saying anything, Archer just stared at Baily with sharper eyes, which forced Baily to step back.
The bodyguards didn't move forward anymore when they saw that Myra had been rescued. They just stood not far away, picked up the walkie talkie and said something.
Seeing that clearly, Myra was more sure that the bodyguard was entrusted by someone to protect her from being h
s were all from rich and powerful families, and many of them knew Italian. Only then did they know that Myra's dress was made by Freya, so they couldn't help but praise it.
It was not convenient for Myra to leave at this time, but it was embarrassing to stand there and be seen.
So when the waiter passed by, he took a glass of wine and drank it alone.
At this time, Lydia patted Myra's shoulder and said, "Sister, it turns out that your dress was designed by Freya. No wonder it's so beautiful. How much did it cost? Is it very expensive?"
Ignoring what she said, Myra raised her glass and took a sip.
How could she know how much it cost?
She should ask Kian, or she wouldn't know the price if she wanted to show off.
But it was just a joke. How could she ask such a question directly?
Anyway, she couldn't afford it. It was better not to ask.