Chapter 5 I've been doing this for three years.

Robert Frost's eyebrows were cold, as if summer could not touch his eyebrows. He gave Margaret Henson a heavy look, and his face was calm. "Let's go." Margaret Henson followed him, swiped her card, and entered the door. The floor of the hall was bright, and all the people waiting at the door were bowing and greeting respectfully. After walking some distance, Robert Frost turned to look at her. Margaret Henson also stood still and smiled politely at him. "How much did Ford Lewis give you?" Margaret Henson didn't know about Ford Lewis's relationship with Robert Frost. She didn't know about the Frosts, and she didn't want to. I haven't even seen Robert Frost's father for three years. In her opinion, Ford Lewis and Robert Frost should also be in the same circle. "My boss said that this order could be millions." "You have a boss in your line of work?" Robert Frost's tone of doubt touched a blind spot in his knowledge. It seems that what Ford Lewis said before is true. Millennium Biltmore will provide obscure service to some guests. He has never touched it. He did not expect to fall into the trap on the first night back home. The matter has come to this point, and there is no point to struggle again. He lifted his feet and went to his box. He noticed that Margaret Henson was still following him. He turned to look at her. "Ford Lewis said you charged a lot and the service you gave was absolutely satisfactory." Margaret Henson has had a lot of clients over the years. Most of the rich are generous, but there are a few who are particularly difficult. When I heard Robert Frost's words, I began to speak in a bureaucratic tone, "Mr.". Frost, different people have different opinions about charging. Different people have different opinions. Robert Frost looked discontented and sneered, "Really? But I'm not satisfied with your service." Reaction is very jerky, the whole process is controlled by him, since it is business, user experience is very important, right? Besides, she charges millions of yuan. Apart from her figure and face, where is she worth the price? The money in this line is really easy to earn. In line with the professionalism of "the customer is God", Margaret Henson said, "Mr. Frost, you can say which style you like first, and I will match it according to the customer's preference. The woman's cold face hung a polite and decent smile, in the light of the wall lamp, was crossed on a layer of soft light, there is a bit of indescribable Qingmei. Robert Frost's face gave a pause, inexplicably thinking that at the end of the morning, she seemed unbearable, her red lips were slightly open, her eyes were out of focus, and she could only encircle him.. A pair of eyes are shining, the end of the eyes is long and thin, and the eyes are like lotus flowers, which are very beautiful. Margaret Henson raised her face and was confident enough. "Among the customers I serve, there are many repeat customers who are very satisfied with me." Those houses or villas designed by her can be sold at several times the price even if they are sold second-hand. At present, there is really no dissatisfaction with her. Repeat customers? "You have other clients?" Robert Frost felt a touch of discomfort in his heart and frowned. "Isn't this your first time?" "How come? I've been doing this for three years." Margaret Henson looked a little surprised, as if she didn't believe he would ask this, that Mr. What the hell did Lewis tell him. As soon as the voice fell, the man's face went cold. Can not tell what is the feeling, only feel that the diaphragm should be, the chest is also inexplicable across the boredom, "OK, don't follow me, money and goods are clear, don't expect anything else." Margaret Henson paused, wondering why he suddenly lost his temper. "Then I'll go to Mr.". Lewis？” In Robert Frost's eyes, her doubts were pretending to be stupid, and the man's eyebrows and eyes were slightly restrained and his expression was calm. "He's your client, too?" "Sort of." Margaret Henson nodded. Of course, future customers are also customers. Robert Frost's face darkened and he lifted his feet and left without hesitation. Margaret Henson stood where he was, wondering for a moment what fragile nerve he had just poked at with his answer. He didn't say a word, and he didn't make a mistake. Why was he still not satisfied? He should not know her identity yet. Just then Zander Wood called her. "Are you in?" "Boss, I seem to have messed up." Zander Wood was stunned. He was relieved that Margaret Henson had a special talent for design. Margaret Henson had never said she had screwed up since she entered the industry. "Box 1402, you come first." "Good." Margaret Henson hung up the phone and asked about the location of the waiter's box. Zander Wood looked up at Ford Lewis, who was crossing his legs. "Mr. Lin, the designer will be here in a minute." Ford Lewis looks very flamboyant, with a youthful look all over his body. He smiles. "Don't worry. Robert will be here soon. Let them talk face to face when the time comes. It's absolutely possible." With this assurance, Zander Wood breathed a sigh of relief and began to laugh. "Bob and I went to high school together, but he probably doesn't remember me anymore." With that kind of family background and appearance, there has been no shortage of people to curry favor with since childhood. What's more, although he was in the same class at that time, Robert Frost was really in school for less than half a year. As soon as the voice fell, the door of the box was pushed open and Margaret Henson came in. She didn't wear business clothes when she went out today. She looked graceful in a light-colored casual suit, matched with a handbag of the same color, and her long hair was slightly pulled, giving people a very light and clean feeling. She smiled at Ford Lewis. "Hello." Ford Lewis's eyes brightened in an instant. "I didn't expect the designer to be not only talented, but also so beautiful." Seeing her come in alone, I was a little confused. "Didn't I ask Robert to pick you up?"? Where is he? Margaret Henson. Robert Frost. Is that him, Robert?