You Are My Mr Right

Sitting on the return flight.

Freya with a heavy heart.

Her face filled with worry.

Dean Herrera asked, “The person has been rescued, why aren’t you happy?”

Freya came back to her senses, glanced at Mr. Pierce, and sighed, “I’m thinking about something else.”

Dean Herrera nodded.

And didn’t bother her anymore.

Freya said, “Thank you for this time.”

Dean Herrera said, “No need to thank me.”

It wasn’t a big deal to begin with.

If it wasn’t important.

Freya might not have even asked.

And without Freya, he might not have been able to get to this position.

He’s someone without a background.

All self-made.

He thought that was how his life would be.

Never thought there would be such an opportunity.

Freya asked him, “Is work going smoothly?”

After all, when she first became the director, it wasn’t easy.

Dean Herrera knew why she was asking like this, because when she first held the position of the director, she had a hard time.

So he said, “I’m different from you, they didn’t accept you at first, first you are young, second, you almost parachuted in, they couldn’t accept it, I’m different, I’m an old man in the hospital.”

Freya thought it was true.

The plane landed, and Xander was waiting for her at the airport.

Freya and Dean Herrera parted ways.

Sitting in the car, Freya leaned against the window, her eyelids drooping, “What are we going to do now?”

“I’ll take you back to rest.”

Freya looked up at him, “Didn’t Evan say he wanted you and me to go to the company together?”

“It’s not just one company. We may have to stay for a day. You’ve been tired all the way. Rest for a while…”

“I’m not tired.” Freya said, “I can’t sleep when I lie down. Let’s not waste time, let’s finish things quickly and go back.”

No news from Elijah, the two children are still there.

How can she rest assured.

Xander said, “Okay.”

The car stopped at the hotel, “Get yourself together, clothes and everything, I have prepared for you.”

Her clothes were all wrinkled.

She couldn’t go to the company like this.

Freya got out of the car.

Carelessly using that injured foot, it hurt.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She remembered the medicine Eagle gave her, she took it out of her bag and sprayed some on the wound.

Cool, with a hint of Chinese medicine.

It took effect after a while.

It didn’t hurt that much anymore.

In the hotel room, she took a shower.

Changed into clean and decent clothes, she even put on makeup, using foundation to cover up her pale complexion.

Buzzing-

Her phone vibrated on the table.

She picked it up while putting on lipstick.

She glanced at the message.

Then her hand froze.

Even though she hadn’t opened it, the information displayed on the screen had already shocked her.

Her fingers trembled.

The next second, she clicked on the entire content.

She stood up abruptly.

“Xander.”

She went to open the door and called for Xander.

Xander was waiting for her outside the door.

“Are you ready…”

Xander heard the door ring, and was about to say “are you ready, then let’s go,” but saw her holding lipstick in her hand, still wearing slippers on her feet.

Her hair was not even dried yet.

Clearly not a prepared look.

Freya was excited, her throat tightening.

She even lost her voice for a moment.

Though it was a short moment, her face turned red.

She raised her hand, showing the phone screen to Xander, “Look.”

Xander lowered his head, looking at the phone screen.

He saw the content of the message, written…