Purchased A Mr. Right

On the other side, when Wilson picked up the phone, he had just finished his job and got in the car, pressing the temples to relax.

His handsome face looked exhausted, and his eyes behind the lens were closed when he rested.

When he heard the childish voice coming from the phone, his heart jolted

Only that little girl would call him like that.

Wilson opened his eyes in surprise. "Isla?"

Before they separated last time, he gave his private number to her so that she no longer needed to wait for him every day.

Isla s childish cheers rang out. "Wow, my bossy president, you're so awesome! You can even figure out who I am!"

"Haha!" Wilson was happy.

Somehow, listening to the clear and melodious voice on the line, he felt less worn-out.

Isla smiled sweetly and asked, "Do you miss me? It's been ten days since we last met. Although the nurse said that ten days is not a long time, I feel like I've been waiting for a hundred years!"

Hearing she say this like an adult, Wilson could not help raising the corner of his mouth higher. "You miss me, don't you?" "Yes!" Isla admitted without hesitation and then asked him softly, "Do you have time this weekend?"

"This weekend?" Wilson asked.

"Hmm!" Her voice was full of expectation, but Wilson did not know what she wanted to do.

He was puzzled. "What can I do for you?"

Isla grinned and said shyly, "If you have time this afternoon, I want a date with you!"

Hearing her invitation, Wilson chuckled.

After thinking about it for a while, he said, "I happen to be free in the afternoon!"

Terry, who was driving in the front, glanced at him in amazement from the reverse mirror.

Seeing that he said yes, Isla cheered happily, "That's the deal. See you then!"

Wilson smiled with pleasure. "Well, see you then!"

After the call, the smile was still on his lips. Although he could not see her delicate little face, he could picture the little girl's blushing face in his mind.

He had a strong sense of time and a tight daily schedule. There were many work arrangements for him even on weekends.

He agreed without hesitation even before asking Terry his schedule this afternoon.

Wilson himself was also surprised. Did the little girl have some magic power to attract him? Or it was because he did not want to disappoint her.

He shook his head and laughed.

Then he closed her eyes to take a nap and could not help looking forward to the date on the weekend.

In a studio of the TV station, white background boards were set up. On both sides of the studio, white photographic lights were turned also on. The camera placed in the middle had begun to count down. The record of the advertising video would shortly begin.

In the center of the camera screen, Dylan sat in front of a piano. His profile was as cool as ever. After he attentively played a song, he spoke out the tagline for public welfare to the microphone.

As long as he sat before a piano, he would shine with dazzling brilliance.

The female staff around him were all attracted by his music and handsome appearance. Even after the recording, their eyes still lingered on him.

Tina was the only woman focused on her work - she paid most of her attention to a schedule in her hand.

Since the beginning, they had been avoiding each other's eyes.

To express his appreciation, the chief editor came over personally to express his gratitude. "Thanks for your hard work!"

"This is what I should do!" Dylan said.

The chief editor said a lot more to thank him and then turned to Tina and said, "Tina, It's noon. Go book a restaurant that Dylan likes and have a meal with him!" Tina just wanted to nod, but Dylan refused. "No need!"

Tina pursed her lips.

The editor was also stunned, and the scene was very awkward.

Dylan maintained a poker face and said coldly. "I have something else to do. If there is anything, contact my agent!"

After that, he left without looking at Tina.

Tina silently lowered her head.

Dylan showed no mercy, but she was untouched.

With a heavily damaged heart, she had long become accustomed to the harsh reality.

Friday came in a twinkling.

After she got her daughter to go to sleep in the evening, she left the hospital and went to No.I Luxurious Residence on time.

Tina entered the password and turned on the light. The room lit up, but it was quiet here.

She changed into slippers and went into the bedroom.

Wilson was not here. Tina was bored when waiting for him, so she took out the information about the clothing design contest in her bag.

Since Malee had secretly signed it up for her, she did not want to disappoint her. Tina decided to take the competition seriously and started to prepare the work for it. Tina loved fashion design very much.

When she was in college, she often submerged herself in the world of painting.

Under the light, Tina sat before the table by the window. She looked serious and focused. She kept drawing with the pen in her hand while flipping through the files on the desk. The time ticked by.

Tina was so absorbed in her work that she ignored her surroundings. Only when the shadow of a tall figure enveloped her did she raise her head in shock.

She quickly stood up and smiled ingratiatingly. "You're back!"

"Mmm!" Wilson nodded.

He seemed to have just returned from socializing - there was still a smell of alcohol on him, but it was not pungent. On the contrary, a mellow scent of red wine was around him, making him even more charming.

Wilson tore open the collar of his shirt and looked at the documents on the table. "Are you going to take part in this contest?"

Tina's face turned sheepish when she heard his question. "Um..." she said shyly, "My friend secretly signed up for me, so I think I might as well give it a try. But I haven't designed any clothes for years. I might fail!"

Wilson said, "The Grand Fashion Design Contest is an influential continent-wide contest!"

"Yes!" Tina nodded. She did not expect him to pay attention to it. She could not help telling him more, "I heard that this contest is different from the past. This time, it places great demands on our candidates. Besides, many well-known designers have been invited to be the judges. Even Lin Bertillon, a fashion design master, agreed to be the judge!"

Wilson, leaning against the table, looked at her with ease. "Then do you know who the biggest sponsor of this competition is?" "I don't know!" Tina shook her head. How could a nobody like her know the background of such an influential competition?

Wilson said lightly, "The Chin's Group!"

." Tina was struck dumb.

But on second thought, she was not surprised.

The contest had been held for many years, which meant that it must have been supported by the power of capital in those years.

His eyes behind the lens slightly narrowed, and the corner of his mouth upturned. "If you want to bribe me by having sex with me let me know at any time!" He joked with a wicked smile. Tina froze on the spot.