When Wynn heard Bryant relay his words in the car, Leon's voice sounded from the background.
"Oh, I forgot. Please tell Michelle not to worry and apologize for me."
"If you want to apologize, do it yourself." Wynn raised his voice as he couldn't hold back the anger any longer.
"I'll ask Bryant to get rid of all your information from the Internet. You don't have to sell yourself anymore," Leon said.
"Okay." Wynn immediately give in.
"Go and buy her a strawberry cake or maybe some strawberry ice cream. No, eating all that junk food wouldn't be good for her. Also, if she doesn't eat it tonight, it won't taste quite as good tomorrow. Go and buy her strawberries," Leon instructed over the phone.
Wynn pursed his lips and complained, "Where can I buy strawberries at this time of the night? Fine. I'll buy them if I can find any. Bye."
After hanging up the phone, Wynn turned around to look at the rich woman he should be accompanying, and left without receiving his payment.
He called Michelle and was surprised to find out that she was on the third floor of Silverhall Nightclub.
According to the orders he received, he went to go and buy some strawberries. And he received the strawberries which were packed like a bunch of flowers. The seller thought he was going to coax his girlfriend.
When Wynn knocked on the door of the room with the strawberries, Debra, who went to open up for him, held her breath.
This man was as tall as Leon but not as handsome. His features were cold and sharp. He had a high straight nose, his big eyes were deep and his stern aura made him look somewhat aggressive.
It wasn't the type of aggression that made people uncomfortable, but it rather gave him a certain charm. The smile on his face seemed pure even though it was accompanied by some devilish aspects. He looked like a dangerous man, but still so suavely dressed.
The strawberries were wrapped in pink paper that added to its tenderness.
Debra's heart thumped. The delicate makeup on her face couldn't hide the shyness that resonated from within her. Her cheeks turned red and made her look a little drunk.
Was she drunk?
Where did this handsome man come from? She couldn't help but notice that as he stood there with the strawberries in his hand, he looked as if he was proposing.
Since Wynn was always accompanying Leon, he was used to these types of looks. He wasn't uncomfortable at all and looked past this girl's shoulder and inside the room.
"Is Michelle here? I have something I need to talk to her about. Please call her out for me."
The man's clear voice floated into her ears as Debra realized that he was actually real. Snapping out of her daze, she smiled sweetly.
"Are you looking for Michelle? What relationship do you have with her?"
"I'm her master, a friend of Leon. I'm here to tell her something on his behalf," Wynn informed.
"You're not pursuing her, right?" Debra asked tentatively, still blushing.
Wynn was stunned. "You're overthinking this."
"Oh, all right." Debra smiled satisfactorily and turned to her side. "Michelle is inside. You should come in."
"Don't bother. Just let her come out here," Wynn refused.
"Okay." Feeling a little disappointed, Debra turned around to go and look for Michelle. "Michelle, there is a handsome man looking for you. He said he is your master. What's his name? Does he have a girlfriend?"
"I'm not sure," Michelle answered. She had been crying for so long that her eyes were swollen and red.
"You don't know?" Debra was so excited that she had forgotten why she came here in the first place. "Can you ask him about it? Or can you give me his phone or WeChat number? I can ask him myself."
"Okay. But why does he want to see me? Ah! Leon!"
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