Miyamoto Hoya frowned deeply.
Seven days.
A full seven days.
He had been in Sinian Country for exactly seven days and had yet to take away anything concerning No. 26!
The antiquities donated by No. 26 to Sinian Country were about to be cleared for return soon!
Donna then spoke, "Lord Hoya, please don't worry. I've been pushing the investigation along, I will get you a satisfactory answer."
The air was eerily silent.
Confined and oppressive.
Donna's palms were coated in a thin layer of sweat.
Suddenly, a phone rang, piercing the quiet atmosphere.
It was Miyamoto Hoya's personal mobile phone.
Miyamoto Hoya took out the phone, his expression sowhat eased, after a mont, he turned his gaze to Donna and barked, "Get out!"
Upon hearing this, Donna turned imdiately, not daring to hesitate for a mont.
Only then did Miyamoto Hoya pick up the phone, responding gently, "Hello."
"Mr. Miyamoto." It was Miss Seaton's voice on the other end.
"Miss Seaton, what can I do for you?"
Seaton smiled, "Mr. Miyamoto, let's keep it casual, you can just call by my na."
After a pause, Seaton continued, "By the way, are you free at the mont?"
"If it's an invitation from a beautiful woman, I certainly have ti." Miyamoto Hoya replied with a grin.
The proverb 'even heroes could not resist the charm of won' was not without its origins.
Miyamoto Hoya, a successful man with a taste for beautiful won above all else.
Seaton laughed and said, "I'm truly flattered. How about we et at the Imperial Court Cafe in one hour?"
"Absolutely."
Seaton continued, "I look forward to eting you."
With that, she hung up.
As Seaton ended the call, Karina asked, "Did he agree?"
Seaton nodded, "Sis, don't you trust my charm?"
In comparison to Visha Garcia, she thought Miyamoto Hoya was less of a challenge.
Karina narrowed her eyes, "Rember what I told you. Miyamoto might have a weakness for won, but he's far from being mindless. Be careful when communicating with him."
"Got it." Seaton laughed, "Sis, do you believe that if I gave the word, I could beco the Princess Consort of Jaban Country anyti?"
As far as Miyamoto Hoya was concerned, she just wasn't interested.
Karina looked at Seaton, "Seaton, rember not to think too highly of yourself!"
Although Seaton was beautiful, a marriage alliance between two countries would not be such a simple affair.
"Sis, don't you believe ?" Seaton lifted an eyebrow.
Seaton snorted lightly, "If I didn't dislike Miyamoto Hoya so much, I would've proven it to you."
Instead of answering Seaton directly, Karina glanced at her watch and said, "We should be on our way, we don't want to be late."
"No rush, I'm going to change my clothes."
Even though Miyamoto Hoya wasn't her type, she couldn't just show up like this.
She had to look her best for everyone at all tis.
Moreover, Seaton enjoyed the admiration and the pursuit from others.
Watching Seaton's retreating figure, Karina did not attempt to stop her, just furrowed her brows slightly.
If one's abilities have not reached a certain level, overconfidence can easily turn into arrogance.
Like Seaton right now.
Karina did not try dissuade Seaton further, because she understood that when people's thinking is not on the sa level, no amount of talking will make them understand.
Therefore, there was no need for her to waste ti and energy.
Not only did Seaton change her clothes, but she also made up her face beautifully, hence, when she arrived at the rendezvous point with Miyamoto Hoya, she was significantly late by twenty minutes.
"Mr. Miyamoto, I'm very sorry that I'm late."
As a gentleman, and considering his interest in Seaton, Miyamoto certainly wouldn't hold this against her. He laughed and said, "It's natural for gentleman to wait for a beautiful lady. Plus, I've only just arrived myself, so Miss Seaton, you don't need to apologize."
"Thank you," Seaton picked up the wine glass from the table and laughed, "I will pay a penalty of three glasses."
As the red wine flowed down her throat, Miyamoto's gaze never left her.
Watching Miyamoto's lustful gaze, Seaton's lips curled up slightly. She had known all along; everything was under her control.
For a mont, Seaton put her wine glass back on the table, moving on to the main matter. She pulled out a clear self-sealing bag from her purse, "Mr. Miyamoto, this is the sample you gave to my sister."
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