Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 21

Farr Chiang completed the task given by his boss. When he was about to leave, he heard a clear female voice behind him, "Mr. Chiang!"

Farr Chiang turned around and saw Wendy Lim was holding a coat.

Wendy Lim had changed her clothes. Fortunately, her leader only scolded her for a few words and did not punish her. She could not take revenge on the little boy because she could not afford to offend him. Those who could come to this cruise were either rich or prestigious. Besides, she also knew that the little boy was instigated by Yolanda Lim.

She asked other staff about the assistant's name. She was really grateful to him.

Almost everyone at the party laughed at her at that time, and no one wanted to give her a hand. Only Farr Chiang helped her, so she said sincerely, "Mr. Chiang, thank you for your help. I have already ironed your coat. Here you are!"

"Oh, it’s not mine. It's Mr. Hogg’s coat!" Farr Chiang said. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Er..." Wendy Lim was stunned.

It was Charlie Hogg’s coat, so...

"I’ve done what Mr. Hogg asked me to do!" Farr Chiang replied to her doubts directly. Just then, his cell phone rang. He took it out and said to her with an apology, "Excuse me, I have a phone call. Mr. Hogg is on the front deck. You can return the coat to him personally!"

Wendy Lim saw Farr Chiang was answering the phone call. It seemed to be a business call, and couldn't be finished in a short time.

She touched the delicate fabric of the coat. She pursed her lips and walked toward the deck.

She saw a tall figure on the deck in a distance.

Charlie Hogg didn't change his clothes, but his coat was in Wendy Urn’s hands now. He was in a white shirt, with sleeves were rolled up to his elbow, revealing his strong forearms.

He was leaning on the railing, with a cell phone in one hand and a cigarette between his fingers.

The cell phone screen was on, which reflected his deep eyes. No one knew whether he was sending a message or reading news.

He was so indifferent when he stood alone. It seemed that he was isolated from the world.

Wendy Lim cooled down and continued to move forward, but a staggering figure appeared in her sight after taking a few steps.

It was an aged woman in a cleaner's uniform with a huge black bin bag in her hands. Maybe the bin bag was too heavy, so she fell down to the man's feet.

"Ah! I'm so sorry!" The woman apologized.

Wendy Lim held her breath for a moment.

Because she saw the man frowned. She worried about the woman. Unexpectedly, the man did not show any displeasure or reprimand. Instead, he put away his phone and leaned over to help the cleaner.

Wendy Lim noticed that he immediately put out the cigarette and used his hand to dispel the smoke.

The cleaner became panicked and waved her hand, "No! Please don't do that, sir! Your clothes must be expensive. My clothes were dirty, so don't touch

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me...

"It's okay." Charlie Hogg didn't mind at all. Although his voice was indifferent as usual, his tone was very patient, "Can you stand up, Madam? Did you get hurt?"

"It seems that I've sprained my ankle!" The woman moved her legs and answered.

"Let me check." Charlie Hogg bent his knees and squatted down. The woman’s eyes were full of surprise.

At this time, there were only scattered lights on the deck, giving off a faint light halo behind him. His whole body was covered by soft lights, which made his good-looking face as fascinating as artwork.

Wendy Lim was stunned and couldn't move her eyes.

Something in her mind was changing gradually.