Mia is Not a Trouble-Maker!

Chapter 445 - 445: Targeting Amelia

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Sara seemed to be very shy. She said coyly, “Mr. Walton, thank you for speaking up for me today. Can I treat you to a meal sometime?”

Chris was used to such scenes. Almost every time an actress asked him out for a meal, he would reject her directly. Chris said lightly, “We’ll see.”

Sara’s face was suddenly filled with disappointment.

Chris glanced at Sara. Her eyes were still shining just now, but they seemed to have extinguished at this moment. Her entire face darkened. He couldn’t help but frown. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Sara say, “It’s my birthday next week. Mr. Walton, can you give me face and come to my birthday party?” The corners of Chris’s mouth twitched. In the end, he said, “Alright, send me the time and place on WeChat.”

Sara’s eyes lit up, and she nodded like she was pecking at rice. “Okay, okay, okay. Thank you, Mr. Walton!” With that, she bowed and jogged away happily.

Chris looked at Sara’s cheerful back and could not help but raise his eyebrows. She secretly looked at his WeChat Moments and even invited him to her birthday party. There had been many actresses, female staff, and even the female boss of the investors who pestered him in this way, but these actions did not seem so annoying if it were Sara?

Chris was in his car on the way home when he received Sara’s message. It was the time and address of the birthday party.

Chris tapped his well-defined fingers on the screen. Just as he was about to reply, he saw Sara send another message. “Mr. Walton, you have to come! I’ll wait for you at the Miller residence!”

Chris’s fingertips paused.

On the other side, Sara stared at the phone screen. Forget it, forget it. This sentence didn’t seem right. She quickly deleted it! She quickly deleted the message just now and changed it to: “I anticipate Mr. Walton’s arrival!” Just as she sent this sentence, Sara quickly deleted it. What? What anticipation!

Sara thought for a moment and decided to tell him her goal. “Mr. Walton, bring Mia along to play when the time comes!” She bit her lip and stared at this sentence for half a minute. In the end, she did not withdraw it, but there was no news from Chris for a long time.

Sara thought to herself, Wasn’t her goal too obvious? Would Mr. Walton be angry if he found out that she had designs on Amelia and treated him as a tool? Would the Walton family guard against her because Amelia was so precious?

Sara scratched her head anxiously. Just as she was feeling uneasy, her cell phone dinged. It was a message from Chris.

Chris said, “Okay.”

Sara immediately cheered. “Yay!” Order the cake! Order the cake now! I wonder what flavor Mia likes!

On the other side, Chris stared at his cell phone until the screen automatically went out. Only then did he chuckle from his chest. Ha, she even unsent it. He saw it all. How stupid.

Chris turned the phone in his palm and put it back in his pocket. That was when he saw flowers on the side of the road. One of them was a teddy bear, pink and cute. He said, “Stop the car.”

The assistant quickly stopped the car and asked, “Mr. Walton, what’s wrong?” Chris opened the door and went down. “I’m going to buy a bouquet of flowers. Wait a moment.”

It was already eleven o’clock at night. There were not many people on the streets. There were only a few stalls selling fruits, filming cell phones, and the flower stall in front of him.

“I want this bouquet of bears.” Chris took out his phone. “How much is it?”

The stall owner raised his head and said tiredly, “I’m about to close the stall. I’ll sell it for 150 yuan. This is usually sold for more than 200 yuan.”

Chris nodded. He scanned the code and paid two hundred dollars. He picked up the bear bouquet and left. He reached out and touched one of the bears. It was quite cute. Mia would probably like it.

Chris didn’t notice that a series of footprints had suddenly appeared behind him. One of the footprints followed him and suddenly took a few steps closer. In the end, for some reason, it took a few more steps back.

In the shadows of the street stood a little girl of about six years old. She was holding a compass and was about to rush over when she suddenly saw a green light emit from Chris’s body, sending the female ghost flying. She couldn’t help but stop and frown at Chris. “It’s her again…” The little girl snorted and turned to leave.

When the little girl returned home, she realized that the lights were on. She opened the door with a cold expression and entered. As expected, she saw a woman with a facial mask lying on the sofa and watching anime.

Seeing the little girl return, Sara sat up abruptly and removed the film. “Nine, where did you go? It’s so late.. How old are you? Why aren’t you home in the middle of the night?”