No One But You

Chapter 7 I Found You

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The young woman pointed to the dress in the clerk's hand and turned to ask Calvin, “Is this nice?"

Calvin looked up to have a look, “Yes."

The woman then pursed her lips and smiled, “Then I will try."

She took the dress in her arms and went into the fitting room.

I spent a fraction of a second analyzing their relationship.

The attitude of a woman towards Calvin and the fact that a busy man like Calvin can accompany her to

buy clothes was enough to show the relationship between them.

They were a couple.

I hadn't heard that Calvin was married, so they may be boyfriend and girlfriend.

I was not interested in their relationship, but his cuffs.

He slid his phone in one hand, and the other was his habitual fist in front of his nose and mouth.

Taking the opportunity to approach him, I bent over him to look at his cufflinks.

Sure enough, the cufflinks in his shirt were custom-made. Although they were not the same as mine,

they were just as delicate and expensive.

I was thinking about it when I felt hot on my face.

I looked up to see, a pair of fierce eyes were staring at me.

Calvin saw me. I was so close to him, sure he would notice me.

I straightened up and smiled cheekily at him. "What a coincidence? Calvin?"

He must had recognized me. Though his expression did not change, there was a gleam in his eye.

But he ignored me and cast his eyes behind me.

The clerk suddenly exclaimed, "Wow, Miss Elena, you look so beautiful in this dress."

The clerk startled me, and I turned my head to look at the beautiful woman.

She stood erect before us.

To tell the truth, this skirt was simple, which was for a pure girl.

She was too plump and complicated for this dress.

I bet she didn't look as good as I do.

But she has a rich boyfriend.

All the clerks in the shop gathered around and made effusive comments.

I was making out with Calvin.

"Does Mr. Knight know me?" Since he ignored me, I struck up a conversation.

I guessed there were too many women chatting him up every day, and his eyes won't stay on my face.

However, he did not look at Miss Elena for a while, took a look and continued to look down at the

phone.

He looked up at me in astonishment as I reached for his cell phone and pulled it away.

I knew no one dared to do that but me.

I put the phone in my pocket, and was convinced that I was a woman and he wouldn't do anything to

me.

He was, after all, a public figure and a heartthrob, and his image must be taken into account.

He squeezed his pretty thin lips and spat out words, “Miss Josephine."

I had known that he remembered me, and that the person who complained in person could not have

forgotten me in three short days.

"Nice to meet you." Smiling, I offered him my hand.

He didn't shake my hand. He just looked at me and said, "Give me back my phone."

"You made me lose my job." Nowadays, for a person, especially a big name like Calvin, there must be

some secret in the cell phone that he didn’t want others to know.

I took such a big chip, I would certainly win.

He lifted his lips in a casual arc. "So," he said, "Seek my revenge?"

"I don't have a knife." I sat down beside him. My back was aching after standing for a long time.

He leaned over, as if he was reluctant to touch me.

I didn't mind. I was here to negotiate with him. I was not in a relationship.

"You made me lose my job. Give me a job and we're done." I had no idea how I was going to get close

to Calvin, but I just saw him and suddenly I had an idea.

I was quick-witted.

He chuckled and said, "You threaten me?"

"I suppose so." I took his phone out of my pocket, pulled the collar open and threw it in.

The mobile phone was slightly cool and got close to my chest, making me shivered.

He thought he had never seen such a shameless man, and was shocked.

"Now unless you turn me upside down, you can't get your phone." I was proud of myself. Every time I

can't handle the news, I used all kinds of sleazy tactics.

Our editor-in-chief often said that my face was of no use to me and would be thrown out when the

crunch came

Just when we are deadlocked, the sound of high heels behind us sounded.

I knew that Miss Elena was coming.

As she drew near, a heavy smell of perfume came over.

I was allergic to a certain brand of perfume, so I got very ungentlemanly and sneezed a couple of

times.

Miss Elena glared at me, with her widened eyes, "Who are you?"

"Someone connected with Mr. Knight."

Actually, I was telling the truth, but Miss Elena blew up right away.

She pointed at me and stamped her foot, was unable to speak for a long time, and then went to ask

Calvin.

"Calvin, who is this woman?" Her voice was shrill, like a broken twig against the glass.

She was pretty, but she had a low EQ.

Because I saw Calvin's face suddenly darkened.

He took one look at me and replied curtly, "Report to the personnel department of the company at eight

tomorrow morning."

He was too well-connected to waste time.

I was quite satisfied, so I got up and left.

He called me, “Josephine."

He remembered my name, which meant he didn't complain to me for nothing.

I turned back and smiled to him, “I will give you the phone tomorrow. Don't worry. I guarantee with my

personality that I won't look at your phone."

He didn't expect me to be such a rascal. I had already walked out of the store by the time he got his

reaction.

Mall shops were numerous. I turned a lot in case he would follow me.

I walked around several stores, stopped at the corner, and took the phone from my chest, which was

already hot.

It was a high-end customized version of the mobile phone of more than two million. It was said to be

butler service. Booking air tickets, hotels and other high-end services can be done by one click.

It was good to be rich. Everything was easy.

I took Calvin's mobile phone was afraid he would back out, or until tomorrow I went to DonHiu Group,

he would give me a cleaning job.

With his cell phone, at least I was in a position to negotiate with him.

I was a woman. Living in this world was particularly difficult, so sometimes I can only use special

means.

I took Calvin's cell phone back to the villa, threw it aside and never touched it.

The phone rang off the hook an afternoon and an evening.

I did not have a look at it. Stella reminded me, “Miss Josephine, your telephone."

I said I wasn't so lucky to have such an expensive phone, then I left it downstairs and went upstairs to

bed.

Until midnight, I heard someone talking downstairs.

I didn't know why recently, my sleep was very light, and I was very easy to wake up.

I walked out of the room, leaned on the railing and looked down. In the lobby was a tall man in a coffee-

colored trench coat, with the light of a crystal lamp hanging over him. It was a kind of psychedelic

beauty.

He was Calvin, holding his telephone in his hand.

I scampered down the stairs and whirled in front of him like a whirlwind, snatching the phone from his

hand.