Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute novel Chapter 89

The vase was delivered to Starry's hand early the next morning, and Starry was a little uneasy about leaving a vase of more than ten million at home.

She stared at the vase for nearly two minutes before finally picking up her phone and calling Hamish.

The Hamish on the other end of the line seemed to have just woken up, and his tone was a little muffled with a touch of impatience, "Hello?"

"It's me, Starry."

"President Bradley."

Hearing the word "Starry", Hamish was much more sober.

He sat up from the bed, took the remote control and opened the curtains.

Starry took a sip of warm water, "Sorry to wake you up so early, but your vase has arrived, come and pick it up as soon as you are free recently."

"Got it, President Bradley."

Starry put down his cup, "I won't bother you."

After saying that, she hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Starry looked at the vase of flowers in front of her for a while longer, until the alarm clock wanted to wake up, then she withdrew her eyes.

This vase, ah, is quite beautiful.

Hamish came pretty quickly. Starry called him in the morning, and he came over at 3pm.

He was dressed in a baseball uniform and had a baseball cap on his head. As soon as Starry opened the door, he saw only those familiar eyes.

She let go of the door handle, "Come in."

It was Hamish's third visit to Starry's house, and the roses in the garden were blooming beautifully, warm and exuberant in the sun.

He glanced at Starry's back, his eyelids lifted gently, and he lifted his leg to follow Starry into the house.

The vase is not very big, and the people over at the auction house sent it over nicely packed.

Starry morning after the inspection of the goods will be careful to take back the vase, Hamish did not say that afternoon to come to get, she has already put the vase to the second floor storage room.

She poured Hamish a glass of lemonade, "I'll get you a vase of flowers while you sit for a while."

With that, she turned around and went upstairs.

That light-colored skirt is slightly raised, and the room is full of fresh lemon fragrance.

Hamish's bony hand holding the glass tapped on it, and he leaned back on the couch, just tilting his head, watching Starry walk upstairs.

Starry soon came down with the box in his arms, "The certificates are all inside, check them out first."

"No, I trust President Bradley."

Hamish looked to Starry, "Thank President Bradley for this matter, when I have time, I would like to invite President Bradley to dinner."

Starry poured himself a cup of flower tea, "A hand up, you don't have to put it on your mind."

Hamish chuckled softly, and hearing his laugh, Starry looked up at him.

Hamish was sitting on the couch and was looking at her with a passionate look in his clear eyes.

Starry raised his hand and touched his face, "Is there something on my face?"

"No."

Hamish withdrew his gaze, only to add the next second, "President Bradley is so beautiful."

"Thanks."

Starry raised an eyebrow and took another sip of tea.

Hamish didn't say anything else and got up to say goodbye.

Starry responded and got up to walk him to the door.