She felt complacent and secretly praised her cleverness in her heart.

At this time, the reporters started to feel awkward and didn't know what to ask next.

They were employed by the one behind to interview her on purpose and their purpose was to get the information the boss wants, but now... they couldn't get anything useful, then what shall they do?

"Well, excuse me, my man will pick me up for supper later. I'll go first!"

She gave them a graceful smile, waved her hand and planned to go away.

Unexpectedly, a male journalist with a pointed mouth and a monkey's cheek stopped her.

"Since Mr. Bryant is so nice to you and cares about you a lot, why he left alone and did not send a car picking you up?"

When she heard this, her back went stiff.

She blinked and then said, "Who told you he didn't? The driver will be here in five minutes. Can't I wait at the door? By the way, I told him not to do that, 'cause I thought it was too showy, but he just didn't listen!"

"Really? Let's wait for five minutes to see if it's the same as what the lady said! " The reporters weren't going to let her go, insisting on waiting with her.

Her heart sank and she regretted that she told them just a short time.

How could any car be here in just five minutes?

Thinking of this, she excused herself by saying that she needed to use the lady's room and then began to rack her brains to make rescue calls.

She begged her girlfriend to hurry out with her Audi A6.

When she came out of the toilet, she surprisedly found that there was a black Rolls-Royce parking at the door, beside which stood an old man in a tuxedo.

He bent slightly toward Angela, then opened the backseat door and said, "Miss Parker, please get in the car. Mr. Bryant has been waiting in the villa for the night with you."

Angela looked around to check if Hank had installed a bug on her. Otherwise, how could he know what happened here?

Yet she had no time to hesitate and hurried into the car.

She was desperate to escape from the scene now!

Once the car started, she patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

At the moment, in the business car, the driver exclaimed, "Sir, I didn't expect Miss Parker to be so smart. She helped prevent a lot of unnecessary troubles. I will deal with these journalists immediately, and won't let old master Bryant know it.

"Not necessary."

The man stopped the driver, and a meaningful smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

In the darkness, his eyes, like those of a falcon, showed a touch of aggressiveness.

Why did he feel proud when the girl said the two words, "my man"?

He touched his nose, and the driver understood that this was the habitual behavior of his boss when he spotted his prey.

It seems that the boss not only regarded the girl as just a partner of the contract marriage, but also had some other schemes.

"I want all her information, and, find out what type of man she prefers."

"Yes, sir."

The falcon was going to fly!

Soon, old master, Harry Bryant, who was over sixty years old but still in good health, heard this piece of new.

Master Bryant looked at the screen and couldn't help bursting into laughter. He pointed at Angela in the screen and said, "I want this girl to be my daughter-in-law! Only her! Give orders to my third son at once. Tell him to bring her home. I'm quite satisfied with her! "

...

Finally, Angela stood in front of a villa, dumbfounded.

The old man opened the door and said respectfully, "Miss Parker, I am the Butler of Mr. Bryant. You can call me Andy. Mr. Bryant is addressing his work, but he'll be back with you for dinner in a second."

Angela was full of remorse right now --- she didn't want to have dinner with Hank Bryant.

She didn't really mean it!