Honey, I'll Make You a Star (Margaret and Charleston)

Chapter 6 Meeting The Boss

Margaret rose to her feet, turned towards her phone, and saw that there was a phone call coming in.

Margaret rubbed her sleepy eyes while she answered the phone, "Hello, may I ask who is this?"

"Hello, is this Miss Simons?" she had never heard this man's voice before.

Although Margaret was confused as to how the other party would know her name, she still replied, "Yes, it's me."

"Miss Simons, we know that you found a wallet at the airport the other day, but we noticed that there was a photo missing. I would like to ask if you saw the photo?" Larry asked in a deep voice.

"I did pick up the wallet, but I never opened it." Margaret instantly sobered up.

"I see..." Larry frowned and continued, "Miss Simons, I wonder if you could come out to meet?"

The photo was very important to his boss, and Margaret was the only lead he had. If he wanted to find the photo, he could only start with Margaret.

"Why not just talk over the phone?" Margaret asked vigilantly.

"We'll meet in Cloudrea Square in twenty minutes. If not, you'll have to bear the consequences." Larry's voice dropped a few octaves lower as he threatened her.

speaking through the phone,

senses returned, he had already ended

favor! The audacity you have for being so arrogant!" Margaret was so angry, her lips twitched as she threw her mobile phone on

 since it was on her way, she would drop by to see

Margaret manage to calm herself down. She went to the bathroom and began brushing her teeth and washing

her own make up. Since her facial features were soft and delicate, all she needed was some light

important to her, so she didn't dare

other

in shock as he suddenly got up and grabbed his mobile

Charleston instructed before returning the phone to Larry. His eyes were cold,

"Noted, Sir." Larry nodded.

called Larry back and asked, "I'm already at Cloudrea

second floor of the

arrived at the coffee shop, Larry politely invited her in and said, "This way, Miss

royal blue sofa. His facial features looked like a carbon copy of a perfectly carved-out

familiar to her. Had she met him