Chapter 92

The car stopped at the door of the Michael restaurant, and Ira opened the door. "It's a breezy day outside. Please stay warm, Madam."

"Thank you," I said with a chuckle.

"You care?" Donald sneered.

IRA lowered his head immediately.

"Go aside and don't affect our dating."

"Donald, IRA is for my good." I grimaced and spoke for IRA.

"I merely told him to get in the car," 

"Doesn't he have to eat?"

Donald became tense all of a sudden. "Do you like him?"

I was on the verge of passing out. "How could it be!" 

"Do you have feelings for him?"

"All I ask is that you treat him well and aren't too harsh."

"If you treat me better." He took my hand in his and continued walking.

Looking at the back of IRA silently getting in the car, I suddenly feel that having such subordinates around is definitely a great blessing in life.

"Are you still looking at him?" Donald put his hand in front of my face, blocking my view. "Don't glance back; look at me, look at the front,."