Purchased A Mr. Right

During the lunch break, Tina carried a bag and walked into the lobby of the building of Chin's Group.

Before she entered, she touched the bag to check the temperature of the thermal lunch box.

She got up early today. With the ingredients she bought last night, she especially made a few dishes for Wilson. She did not know his taste, so she made some nutritious dishes recommended by the warm- hearted stall owner.

Because of her work, Tina had been here before. Although she was not familiar with this place, it was not a completely strange place to her.

But this time, without a work permit, she could not go inside easily.

With the bag, she walked to the front desk. "Hello, sorry to trouble you. I'm here to visit Mr. Chin!"

"Do you have an appointment?" The receptionist did not even look up.

Tina shook her head. "No..."

The receptionist heard it and immediately said, "I'm sorry, but you cannot get in without an appointment. Make an appointment first! But even if you do, it is impossible to meet Mr. Chin immediately, for he has an overloaded schedule in three months!"

Tina was surprised.

She pleaded, "Could you please make an exception? I have something to talk to him!"

There were so many people begging to meet Mr. Chin every day. The receptionist had seen too many of them declaring that they had something important to do with Mr. Chin, but how could she let them in without permission?

She said indifferently. "Sorry!"

Tina was worried, thinking about how to deal with this.

She took out her phone and called Terry for help, but no one answered.

Just then, a very professional female voice rang out. "Are you Miss Hall?"

Seeing her, the receptionist quickly greeted, "Irene!"

The person who came was Irene, a secretary of Wilson as valuable as Terry, so she had a high status in Chin's Group. Tina, stunned, turned back. "I am..."

She was surprised.

Tina knew Irene, but she did not expect her to know her. The assistant she had interacted with the whole time was Terry.

Irene, Wilson's secretary, and Terry, his assistant, had been working for Wilson for many years. Terry handled a lot of daily affairs for him while Irene was responsible for the internal affairs of the company.

However, she knew Tina.

In addition to Mona, there were no other women but Tina around Wilson.

Just as she came over from afar, Irene saw the earrings on Tina's ears. She recognized the unique pattern of the swallows at first glance. It was designed by a well-known jewelry designer who came back from Country F. She had made a lot of effort to get the designer to make the earrings for her boss.

It was a limited edition released in early spring. There was only one finished product for each design, so Irene would never mistake it.

Besides, Terry had told her that their boss was in a bad mood because of Tina. Now that Tina was here, she could not do anything and watch her go back.

Irene knew at a glance what was in the bag in Tina's hand. Thus, she smiled and asked, "Miss Hall, are you here to see Mr. Chin? Go there with me!"

"Thank you!" Tina said gratefully.

Irene led her into the elevator in person.

The elevator door slowly closed.

Tina coughed and asked, "Irene, is Mr. Chin busy?"

Irene checked her watch and said, "Well, the meeting is almost over now!"

After that, her eyes fell on Tina's face, and she said, hesitating, "Mr. Chin seems to be in a bad mood these two days. When he went to inspect each department in the morning, he lost his temper. A director of the sales department been criticized by him nearly fainted!"

Tina was dumbfounded.

She was terrified just thinking about the scene.

Tina suddenly regretted and wanted to run away, but the elevator had already arrived.

She forced herself to follow Irene out.

Irene said with a smile, "Miss Hall, the president's office is ahead. I have something else to do, and I won't take you there personally! By the way, Terry said that Mr. Chin didn't eat well these two days. He didn't eat the takeout ordered for him at noon. Please coax him into eating something!"

One more person told her to coax him.

Tina nodded with a reddish face. "Okay..."

After Irene returned to the secretary's office, Tina walked straight to the president's office. She raised her hand and knocked on the door.

At this time, Wilson was sitting on his high back chair in the office, and Terry stood respectfully on one side.

Wilson leaned back. "Are all of them removed?"

Terry immediately understood what he was referring to and nodded. "Yes! We have dealt with it. No fake news about Miss Hall and Dylan will appear in the newspapers or any other media forms!" Wilson, his eyes behind glasses narrowing into slits, said with a murderous aura. "Close that paparazzi workshop!"

His action sorts of frightened Terry. "Yes!" He responded in time.

He did not expect that his boss would do such a cruel thing. Nevertheless, closing a workshop was a piece of cake for Wilson. In his eyes, Wilson furiously punished the paparazzi only for Tina, his beloved! As Terry was thinking about Tina, he looked up and saw her pushing the door and coming in.

Terry was surprised. "Miss Hall?"

Wilson stopped writting with the pen in his hand.

He raised his head and saw Tina walking in with light steps.

Dressed in a pink shirt and a pair of cropped pants, she looked professional. She must have had just come from the TV station.

Although she was wearing flat shoes, her two legs still looked slender and straight. Her delicate ankles were especially attractive in Wilson's eyes. He wanted to touch her ankles as soon as he saw them. Wilson forced himself to shift his eyes from her.

He just glanced at her and turned to look at the documents on his desk again.

Tina felt awkward.

Terry, sensible enough, instantly nodded and said, "Mr. Chin, if there is nothing else, I'll go back to work!"

"Mmm!" Wilson said lightly.

When Terry left, he closed the office door for them along the way.

Only when Tina entered, he threw a quick glance at her. Then, he ignored her and focused on writing something on the documents as if she were not there at all.

The white shirt on him was neat and straight, and the black suit fitted him very well, which made him look more graceful and elegant.

He did not ask her to leave, so Tina took the initiative and walked over to him.

Thinking of her purpose in coming here and Irene's words, she put on a smile.

Tina was all smiles as she stopped before his desk. Then she said with a big smile, "Mr. Chin, Irene told me that you haven't had lunch yet. Why don't you have a taste of the rice porridge I made?" She took out the thermal lunchbox from the bag.

It had three layers - the first two had four meat and vegetable dishes and the bottom layer was the white porridge.

She set the alarm and got up early. It took her a long time to cook the porridge. In this way, each grain of rice became fragrant and sticky.

It was always hard to turn down a person with a smiling face.

Tina moved around the writing desk and arrived at his side, smiling expansively.

When her smile was about to freeze, Wilson finally raised his eyebrows and looked at her, saying slowly, "I'm not sick!"

Tina, choked by his words, blinked and lowered her voice to say, "But you're mad at

H

me...

Wilson made a snort from his nose.

At this time, someone knocked on the office

door.