“Thanks Vivian.”


    She said a thank you and then chatted with Vivian Mond, and it didn’t take long for her to open up.


    “Here, what do you think of this guy?”


    Vivian Mond picked up her phone and looked for a photo on it, “This man is a print model, named Warren. it’s a guy I met at FUN Media Company, he’s a very nice person.”Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org.


    When she went to FUN Media Company, the first sister Mera bullied her, it was Warren and Barry who stood up for her.


    Later she yed well with these two and was considered a good friend.


    Warren, in particr, is really a reliable boy.


    “Wow, it’s so handsome. But … he is a model yet, no girlfriend yet? Besides, I can’t match it.”


    Sophie is very self-aware.


    He is indeed good-looking, white and clean, butpared to Philip Dixon, the face is far worse.


    But she was too far removed from Philip Dixon to be considered a match for him.


    “Not so much. He has a mediocre track record in thepany, and the female models in thepany are very pragmatic and will only look for the better ones, so they naturally overlook him.”


    Vivian Mond talked to Sophie about Warren’s situation, and after asking Sophie’s permission, she nned to have a chat with Warren in the evening.


    Vivian Mond then added, “It just so happens that you’re here, so I’ll tell you about the market situation of the gaming industry, so you won’t be ignorant of anything by then.”


    Although Vivian Mond arranged one-on-one tutoring and training for Sophie with a teacher, she was still a bit uneasy.


    The next day, Vivian Mond helped Sophie make a meeting time with Warren, while she went with Mandy to look at wedding dresses.


    In the afternoon, Phil’s Cafe.


    Sophie was happy to be rxed after quitting her job. After ying at home all morning, she was not as happy as she thought she would be when she was supposed to be excited about her date in the afternoon.


    She arrived at Phil’s Cafe at 2 o’clock and found Warren ording to the exact location Vivian Mond had sent her.


    Warren was sitting outside the cafe in the open area.


    She walked over and met him at a nce.


    “Hello, are you Warren, please?”


    Sophie walked over and looked at the boy in a gray shirt and dark blue jeans, who looked younger and better in person than in his picture.


    Warren, who was sitting and reading a magazine, stood up and smiled, “You’re Sophie, right?”


    Warren smiled, his face showed two shallow dimples, looking civilized and gentle.


    Today Sophie is wearing a white chiffon shirt, matching light blue loopholes jeans, tied in a ponytail, giving a sweet and lovely girlish feeling.


    “Yes. Sorry, am Ite?” Sophie smiled faintly.


    “I just came over too, have a seat. Look, what would you like to drink?” Warren passed the menu to Sophie.


    “I’ll just have a cappino.”


    “Okay.”


    Warren didn’t ask much and waved towards the waiter, “A cappino, mousse cake, and this ice cream.”


    “Okay, please wait a moment.”


    The waiter took away the menu.


    Warren then said to Sophie, “Their mousse cake and ice cream taste good, I rmend you try them.”


    “I quite like desserts.”


    The first blind date, Sophie restrained and nervous, originally calm heart in the moment to see Warren, but still nervous thumping.


    She probably didn’t even notice that her cheeks were flushed and she was blushing in a cute way.


    The two of them chatted for a while, and the atmosphere was quite cordial.


    But at that moment, Warren pointed to the direction behind Sophie, “Does that person know you? Why does he keep looking at you?”


    “Huh?”


    Sophie was stunned, turned around, and looked in the direction he was pointing.


    It doesn’t matter if you don’t look, you’ll be shocked when you look.


    The only thing I saw was Philip Dixon and a dark-skinned foreigner sitting under a sunshade over there, crossing his legs and talking eloquently.