"Do you believe in my judgement?" Bryson asked.
Betty looked at him, "Can you choose one for me?"
Bryson raised his wrist to look at the time on his watch, then smiled, "There's still time to fly back home, tell your manager not to choose, leave the matter of your evening dress to me."
Betty looked at him with anticipation, "Really?"
She immediately thought that he would definitely be able to pick a unique one, because this man had a top—notch insight and also a way to obtain it.
"Trust me." Bryson raised his eyes and stared fixedly into hers.
Betty's heart immediately calmed down, and she nodded, "Okay! I believe you."
After finishing breakfast, Betty took the initiative to pack up her plate, and in a moment, Bryson was out of the room.
Around one in the afternoon, Cornelia finish
