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Unmatched you

He is a noble prince from a wealthy family, and she is the cold and cunning third daughter of the White family. For many years, Lena White has been persistent, and every decision she makes is to be closer to him, but he has no idea. "Have a face, I will never marry you!" Their marriage begins with a game in which they have to marry each other. He was clearly planning to divorce and subsequently set a trap for her. Obviously, he said he would never love. He afterwards took her to see the sea of stars. "Mr. Blake, we are divorced," she reminded him. "Don't think I'm completely unrelated to you!" Mr. Blake made a risky move, pulling out the keyboard and tossing it to the ground while kneeling and screaming, "Honey, I'm wrong!" It took her six years to transform herself into his preferred style. He felt there was no one on the planet who could interfere with his emotions, yet she still messed with him when she turned around.
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Chapter 6

Half a month passed quickly.

After hearing that, Lena had been working in her friend Sister Anna 's company.

In the past few days, she had been preparing for her first domestic show day and night, which had saved her a lot of trouble.

Unexpectedly, Sara , the person in charge of the venue, suddenly changed her mind and wanted to take the venue back!

"Why are you so sudden? The announcement has been released . If it is interrupted this time, as the main designer, Lena 's reputation will definitely be affected! How can Sara do this!"

Sister Anna walked back and forth in the office angrily.

Hearing the news, Lena immediately decided to go after this place by herself.

After all, this show was very important, not only for her, but also for helping Sister Anna who has been helping her .

That night, when she learned that Sara was going to attend the party, she borrowed Sister Anna 's evening dress and chased Sara all the way.

Anna had been impatient for a long time. When she suddenly raised her head, she saw the CEO of F.C , Robert.

His black hair was a little messy, and a few strands of loose hair were hanging in front of his forehead. His fascinating face was hidden in the half dark and half bright shadow. He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a sense of abstinent and a little lazy tone.

Sara recognized such a man at the first sight in the crowd.

Her eyes lit up and she walked towards Robert.

"Mr. Blake , what a coincidence! I didn't expect you to be here."

"I have spared some space for your company's show on Friday."

"We can cooperate when we have a chance!"

Her voice was extremely flattering, and it could not help revealing a piece of news - Sara 's sudden change of mind was because of the company of Robert!

In the choice at that time, compared with the top F.C group, Sister Anna's nameless company directly chose to cooperate with F.C without thinking.

Lena, who was following them, heard the conversation clearly. However, she had put a lot of money in the early stage of her show. If she lost this chance, not only her reputation would be ruined, but also Sister Anna 's company would be implicated by her.

In the past six years, only Sister Anna had never given up on her. It could be said that in the past six years, if it weren't for Sister Anna 's secret help and support, she wouldn't have been able to hold on till now. She couldn't let such a thing happen!

She took a light step and seemed to have made a big decision. Hearing that, she walked towards Robert.

Robert was talking to Sara , and sometimes he looked at his watch to show his impatience.

Out of the corner of his eye, a red figure approached. Before he could look, he heard a sweet voice, "Mr. Blake , what a coincidence!"

Lena?

Robert raised his head.

Today, Lena White was wearing a red diamond dress with long curly chestnut hair hanging over her shoulders. She looked very gentle.

"Miss White , do you know Mr. Blake ?"

Sara was surprised to hear that.

Isn't she a designer who just came back from abroad? Although the company she worked for was the company of Sister Anna , it was not likely that she knows Robert directly.

"More than that."

Hearing that, Lena White smiled at the two of them. She raised the glass of champagne in her hand and clinked glasses with Robert. "Right, Mr. Blake ?"

Robert observed her intently. She had been reserved for only a few days, but now she was obviously "clinging" to him. Robert was obviously more interested the way she called him, "Mr. Blake ". "So you only call me Mr. Blake ?"

Hearing that, Lena's soft eyes turned dark. When she looked at him again, the corners of her mouth unexpectedly tightened into an imperceptible "shyness". "I can't call you husband, can I?"

Robert was speechless

Sara was completely dumbfounded!

What happened? They were a couple?

So, Lena White hwas the legendary Mrs. Blake who had been carefully treasured?

Then she just...

Sara felt a little guilty, but she heard Robert suddenly call out her name.

Before Sara could react, Lena called out, "Robert.".

She even asked him, "what a coincidence! You know Sara too?"

"Okay." Robert kept staring at her. His intuition told him that this woman's sudden intimacy was unusual. "I need their show next week. We'll cooperate!"

Hearing that, Lena's face didn't change. A moderate disappointment appeared on her face. "Ah... Really?"

"It seems that I came here in vain. Compared with F.C, Sister Anna's company is just small workshop and doesn't have any competition."

It seemed that he understood something. Robert looked at her again and asked, "your company has also booked her show? When will it be?"

Hearing that, Lena's body stiffened for a moment. She looked at Robert with doubt.

Six years ago, Robert wouldn't ask such a question. He would turn around and leave at the first sight of her.

If he didn't leave, it would be her chance

"Just one day, next Friday!" She said.

Although as the CEO of the group, Robert couldn't remember all the projects in the company, he had just signed the show on Friday, so he had an impression of it.

This was the date of the two shows

The man's eyes darkened. He looked at Lena 's beautiful eyebrows and suddenly raised his lips. "What, you... Want it?"

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