The waiter handed her the items in his hand.
Annie Lawrence took the wine from the waiter and swayed her hips as she walked to the private room.
She could hardly suppress her excitent, and her face showed a hint of agitation and eagerness. She stood outside the door and freed one hand to adjust her hair. She also checked her makeup against the door that could reflect her figure before knocking on the door.
Soon, the waiter inside opened the door for her.
As the door opened, Annie took a deep breath, her lips curling into a sweet smile as she slowly stepped into the private room.
The waiter who opened the door was taken aback when he saw her, thinking she was new.
He wondered why the managent would arrange for a new waiter to serve Frank Parker’s private room.
Serving big shots like them, they usually wouldn’t use newcors.
Newcors are prone to mistakes.
If anything goes wrong and offends these big shots, everyone else would suffer the consequences.
But...
He found this new waiter sowhat familiar.
It seed like he had seen her sowhere before.
Annie walked into the private room, and without needing to search deliberately, she spotted Frank Parker sitting on the sofa.
The lighting in the room was dim.
The man leaned lazily on the sofa, head lowered, and though his face couldn’t be seen clearly, his noble aura was impossible to ignore, making his presence very strong.
Annie’s heart started pounding furiously.
She looked at Frank.
Then she looked at the other people in the private room.
Even though they were all human, why was the difference between them so significant?
So people were born to be above others, different from common people.
Just like the contrast between Frank Parker and the others in the room, strikingly apparent.
If Frank was a dragon among n.
Then the other n in the room were worms beneath the ground.
Mr. Parker...
Just by his identity alone, countless won would put themselves forward for him.
Moreover, he was handso, with an excellent figure; combining all these factors, no woman could resist such a man.
Even if his temper wasn’t that great.
Nobody is perfect.
Such a nearly perfect man, even if there were so shortcomings, so what?
His strengths are enough to make up for his weaknesses.
Such a top-notch man, if she could ta him, then taming Ashton Heath in the future wouldn’t be difficult.
Annie’s gaze was scorching, fixed on Frank, her ambition almost leaping out of her eyes.
No matter what.
She had to have this man tonight.
She also wanted to beco Mrs. Parker.
Everything she wanted, she would fight for, step by step.
Annie carried the wine and slowly approached Frank.
When she reached his side, she noticed that he had his head down and hadn’t even glanced at her. She placed the wine on the coffee table, then knelt in front of him, her voice soft and sweet, "Mr. Parker, should I open this bottle of wine for you now?"
Annie deliberately imitated Joanna’s tone when saying this.
When she had gone for plastic surgery, she not only demanded her face to be shaped like Joanna’s, but she even desired her voice to be the sa.
Unfortunately, her face was transford.
But her voice remained unalike.
However, imitating Joanna’s tone of speech still caught Frank’s attention.
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