Miss Mia
FEASTS

Mia's car entered the courtyard of one of the five-star hotels in this city.

The red car stopped right in front of the hotel lobby.

Bian went down first, and immediately extended his hand to be gamit by Mia.

Without waiting for long, Mia immediately grabbed Bian's arm and the two stepped together to enter the luxury hotel.

The party was held in the hotel's ballroom.

A birthday party from the Alexander company as well as the inauguration of the company's star hotel.

"Welcome, Miss Mia." Abram's sudden voice appeared near Mia and Bian was quite surprising.

"Good night, Mr. Abram. Glad we finally got to see each other." Mia returned Abram's greeting and made small small talk.

"So, are you going to introduce me, the man who has conquered the heart of Miss Mia?" Abram slightly glanced towards Bian who was only silent from earlier.

Mia tightened her hand on Bian's arm,

"of course. Introduce, this is Bian. My boyfriend," Mia introduced Abram to Bian.

Two different caste men shook hands and threw sharp glances at each other.

"So, are you also a young director, Mr Bian?" Abram asked still staring intently at Bian.

Bian smiled faintly before answering a question from Abram,

"I'm not a director like you, Mr. Abram. I'm just the owner of a small cafe in a corner of the city" Bian replied in a low tone.

Mia was slightly surprised by Bian's attitude this time. There is no sound of arrogance or prideful attitude that is usually always shown by Bian when talking to Mia.

Abram whistled lightly, though,

"Surprize! I really don't think you're really popular in finding a husband-to-be, Miss Mia." Did Abram praise Mia?

"You even rejected my proposal for the sake of this simple man? It's amazing" Abram said.

Mia forced to comment on the smile on her red lips, which was red,

"I have never judged a person by rank or property, Mr. Abram. Are not feelings the most important thing in a relationship?" Mia sok sage.

Hmh!

Very wise, rich lady.

Isn't he usually arbitrary towards the kinglocks and cool like me?

Bian just muttered in his heart.

"Alright, enjoy the party tonight. Nice to meet you and meet you, Mr. Bian," Abram nodded his head at Bian.

And quickly, Bian nodded his head back at the director.

A second later Abram had already left MIia and Bian, and was joined by another guest.

A handsome and polite man.

Why did the rich lady refuse him?

Is this rich lady blind?

Mia still grabbed Bian's arm and led him towards the quieter balcony.

Mia really hates these kinds of parties.

Upon arriving at the balcony, as fast as lightning Mia released a gamitan of her hand on Bian's arm. The girl stood by the guardrail on the balcony, and glimmered the dim lights of the city.

Does this rich lady want to jump off that fence?

Suddenly Bian was worried.

Bian hurriedly approached towards Mia to prevent unwanted things from happening.

The man asked while whispering to Mia.

Mia frowned confused by Bian's question just now,

"Why should I jump from here? I'm not crazy, Bian!" It was Mia who was confused by Bian's question just now.

Bian chuckled, though,

"I think you're a little crazy. You just turned down an arranged marriage with a perfect man, Miss Mia," Bian said knowingly.

"Perfect man? What do you mean Abram?" Sahut Mia with a cynical tone.

Bian nodded, though,

"The man is handsome, rich, he said softly, and he was also polite. So what made you reject it?" Bian asked curiously.

Mia laughed cynically, though,

"Did a jerk just praise another jerk?" Ask Mia sarcas.

Bian frowned not understanding.

"The man you just praised. The one you said was handsome, well-established, and polite, having slept with dozens, not dozens of girls in his entire life. Isn't that disgusting?" mia said as she threw her gaze into the crowded street in front of the building where she stood.

Bian looked around at Mia's vision and saw the city lights that glowed around the five-star hotel.

"Isn't that common among you rich people who have a lot of money?" Bian expressed his opinion.

Mia looked at Bian's face still staring at the twinkling lights of the city,

"So, if you were as rich as Abram, would you fuck a lot of girls?" Asked Mia in a cynical tone.

Bian sighed before answering the question from the director's lady,

"Maybe I'd date a lot of girls, if I had a lot of money like Abram. But I won't sleep with those girls. I have a principle, Miss Mia, "Bian still doesn't take his eyes off me.

"I'll just enjoy the most beautiful thing with the girl I love, who will spend the rest of her life with me" Bian said. Now the man turned to look towards Mia who was still staring at him cynically.

"You found the girl?" Asked Mia in a mocking tone.

Bian nodded quickly,

"I just found it. I'll approach her immediately, express my feelings, and propose to her as my wife" Bian replied confidently.

A moment of cynical smile on Mia's face instantly disappeared.

"What do you mean the girl is Dea?" Tanya Mia hesitated a little.

Bian smiled broadly,

"You're smart, Miss Mia. You can always guess everyone's thoughts" Bian said, chuckling.

"But, Bi! You just met Dea. You can't just marry her right away" protested Mia slightly objected.

"I mean, you're not a stupid guy who's going to marry the girl you just met, are you? What if it turns out Dea's not as innocent as she looks?" Mia corrected her sentence.

"I believe in my heart. When my heart says that Dea is an innocent and kind girl, it means that Dea is indeed an innocent and kind girl" Bian said confidently.

"But your words have a point. Maybe I'll pedekate and dig further on all the things about Dea before getting into a serious relationship with the girl" Bian added.

Mia crossed her arms while sighing violently.

"All is enough. I'm really not interested in the curses about your feelings" Mia said in a stern tone.

Bian simply smiled knotfully and chose not to reply anymore.

Why is this director acting so strange? Wasn't he the one who started talking about Dea? And now he's also the one who turned into a glutton because Bian talked about his feelings for Dea.

You weird director miss!