Editor: Henyee Translations
This was the first ti her manager had repeatedly reminded her in such a serious manner, and Miranda was only listening with only half an ear.
She rembered the first half of what she said, about Owen being rich. She didn’t rember the other half at all, but she promised her manager nonetheless. "Yes, I understand." After saying that, the manager released Miranda.
Miranda quickly got out of the car. She was in no hurry to walk to the hotel afterward. Instead, she stood aside and tidied her clothes. She then looked in the mirror to make sure that her makeup was exquisite and she was dressed up. Then, she picked up her small bag and walked towards Xiyue Restaurant.
Her manager sat in the car and sighed helplessly as she watched Miranda walk away.
"Hello, do you have a reservation?" the waiter at the door asked Miranda.
"I’m Miranda. Has Mr. Owen reserved a seat?" Miranda smiled as she looked at the waiter at the door who was blocking her.
"Yes, Miss Miranda. Mr. Owen has already arranged it. Please follow ." The waiter at the door didn’t look panicked at all when he saw Miranda take off her sunglasses. Instead, he looked calm as he led Miranda into the private room.
Miranda followed the waiter all the way in and didn’t wear her sunglasses. She was a famous singer, but she didn’t expect the waiter in the dining room to be so calm when he saw her. At most, he would smile at her.
This situation made Miranda unable to vent her anger even if she wanted to.
After all, this restaurant was high-end. The guests were mostly CEOs of listed companies or famous celebrities. They rarely received guests who weren’t mbers.
So when they saw Miranda, they were unfazed. After all, they received a lot of famous people every day, and Miranda was no exception.
The waiter led Miranda to the private room.
"Miss Miranda, it’s here. Mr. Owen isn’t here yet. Please sit for a mont." The waiter opened the door and pulled out a stool for Miranda with a smile.
After the waiter left, Miranda stood up and looked around the private room.
The people here were definitely not here to eat, but to enjoy high-end and luxurious decor and expensive cutlery.
After Miranda circled the private room, she sat down again. She thought about how many famous directors and composers had invited her to co here when she was famous.
But then, after losing her good resources and with Eric pestering her, she hadn’t been here in a long ti.
Then she rembered what her manager had just told her, to take the opportunity and not miss out on Owen, the tall, rich, and handso man. At the thought of this, she took out her bag again.
After touching up her makeup and making sure it was flawless, she sat quietly in the private room and started waiting for Owen to co.
Because of Miranda’s special status, Owen didn’t want to be targeted by the paparazzi, so Bruce was very careful when he booked the room. He didn’t book the room in the lobby, but in a private room.
"Mr. Owen, you’re here. Miss Miranda is already waiting in the room for you." The waiter saw Owen’s car from afar and hurriedly ca up to him with a smile.
"Yeah, I understand." Owen nodded at the waiter and walked forward with Bruce.
"Mr. Owen, we’re here. It’s this private room." The waiter smiled at Owen and opened the door.
"Miss Miranda, I’m Owen. It’s good to see you." Owen walked into the room and smiled first.
Miranda was also stunned to see the man in front of her. She hadn’t known Owen that well before, but she had heard from her manager that he was tall, rich, and handso.
At that ti, it wasn’t like she hadn’t seen tall, rich, and handso n before. There were also many handso n in the entertainnt industry. But when she saw Owen, she realized that he was different.
Owen exuded a unique aura. Yes, he was truly tall, rich, and handso. Miranda was stunned, and she quietly smiled. "President Owen, I’ve heard so much about you. I’m very happy to see you."
After the two of them shook hands, Owen turned to Miranda and smiled. "I’m sorry to have kept you waiting. I had sothing going on at the office."
"It’s okay. I just got here not long ago," Miranda said with a smile.
"Please sit and order first. I didn’t know what you liked, so I didn’t ask Bruce to preorder," Owen said as he handed the nu to Miranda.
Miranda looked at the nu Owen handed her and smiled without taking it. She said, "President Owen, I don’t know much about food. I’ll leave it to you."
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