Her Destiny Bossy Hubby novel Chapter 7

Muddleheaded, Belinda didn't even know how she was brought down the stage. When she was off the stage, she asked the staff again in disbelief, "Was it really Mr. Farrell who got me? Didn't you make any mistake? Carlos Farrell, the president of the Imperial Consortium, right?"

The staff thought that Belinda must be excessively excited that she asked such a foolish question. Nevertheless, they could understand her reaction. After all, anyone chosen by Carlos would be too happy to remain normal.

"Except for Mr. Farrell of the Imperial Consortium, is there anyone else who dares to use this name? Congratulations. Please come with me. I'll take you to change clothes. Don't keep Mr. Farrell waiting for too long."

"What a stroke of luck!"

"Her figure isn't that perfect and she doesn't look good either!"

"Oh, why not me? It is Carlos Farrell! I'm willing to pay for sleeping with him!"

"What are you thinking about? It's not your turn even if you'd like to pay. I have heard that the granddaughter of a head of state offered a lot of benefits only to make Carlos sleep with her, but he ignored."

Belinda went forward after the staff, listening to the animated discussions about her from all the girls waiting to be auctioned behind the stage.

Belinda walked with unsteady steps. Even until now, she couldn't believe that she succeeded so easily.

But later on, how could she persuade Carlos to help her? She didn't know if he would be touched if she knelt down and kowtowed to him.

Ten minutes later, Belinda changed into a white hipwrapped skirt and a pair of ten-centimeter strappy stiletto heels and was taken to the 28th floor.

The staff advised again, "Go in and serve him well. If you do a good job, then you don't have to worry about this life, well, even your next two lives. But If you upset Mr. Farrell, you will lose more than your life. Remember it!"

Belinda nodded and said gently, "Thank you for your reminding."

When the elevator door opened, Belinda stepped out and walked step by step to the presidential suite at the end of the corridor.

She stood in front of the suite and pressed the doorbell, but no one answered. She gently turned the handle, and the door opened with a click.