"Did I guess correctly? Really?"
Connor laughed out loud. His amorous eyes couldn't hide his shrewdness. Shawn frowned. How could his guess be so accurate?
"Don't show me such an expression. If you want to know how I got it right, then go to Red Sleeves. You know, this month's turnover hasn't even reached half of my expectations."
Originally, he was still contemplating on which lonely friend to look for to help boost this month’s sales, but someone served himself up on a platter.
"You're a man of virtue."
Shawn snorted coldly as he started the car, heading in the direction of Red Sleeves.
In less than five minutes, the Rolls-Royce stopped at Red Sleeve’s entrance.
"Boss, Mr. Richard."
When the receptionist at the door saw them getting out of the car, he immediately bowed 90 degree
