Gloria, who had regained her calm, opened her eyes wide, and looked at Irina with her mouth slightly open.
How could she ask something like that!
"I… I…" Gloria was a little eager to explain, but there were many things going through her mind, and she did not know what to say all of a sudden.
Liking Boss Mag?
She seemed to have never thought about it seriously. Perhaps… she had been avoiding this question.
Boss Mag was special to her.
If it was not for that tofu pudding, she might still be a young lady covering her face up with a black veil, living in a dark corner cautiously, and not knowing her worth.
It was Mr. Mag who made her throw her veil away, and find her goal and value in life.
And the ever-so-talented he would always provide her with aid gently from behind.
No other man had treated her like this other than her father.
Did she like him?
Perhaps.
