Mine! No Objections Allowed (Mikhaiah Adaptation)

Chapter 9 : Why Are You So Cowardly?

The moment she turned around, the university student look she was going for was half-gone.

That was what made Aiah special- when she put on makeup, she became stunning. But even without any makeup on, she is still attractive. With just a smirk on her lips and curved eyes, she'd be the picture of a siren.

"No." Mikha stepped on the gas. "I just got here."

Colet stood there staring at the back of the car, only managing after a long while, "...Damn, it really was Aiah Arceta!"

Denise had to put in plenty of effort to disguise the hatred on her face. She tugged on the edges of her lips, exaggeratedly saying, "So you know Director Lim? That's really impressive."

"What's so impressive about that?" Denise's attempt at flattery clearly hit the wrong spot, causing Colet to scrunch up her brows as she gave her a glance.

Denise shut up.

A few steps later, Colet stopped. "You know who was in her car just now, right?"

"Of course." Denise smiled forcefully. "Aiah Arceta."

"You know her? Personally?" Colet asked.

"Yeah..." Denise answered. "We're pretty close."

Colet didn't entirely buy it. "Then why didn't you greet each other just now?"

"You guys were talking and it's not nice for us to interrupt?" Denise made sure to sound cute.

Colet rolled her eyes in her mind. What's wrong with this person's IQ?

Nevermind, when the lights are off, they're all the same. Colet turned around and asked, "Then do you have her contact number?"

"Huh?" Denise asked, caught off guard.

"Yes or no?" Colet cut her off. "Didn't you say that you're close?"

Denise was still struggling for an excuse. "Aiah doesn't really like giving away her contact number..."

"Just so you know," Colet said. "the car she just got into was my best friend's car, if I asked her for Aiah's number, she definitely won't give me anything." She tried to give her phone to Denise for her to type in Aiah's number. "Type it in."

Denise bit her teeth. "...give me a second."

She was fuming, and yet she still had to use Messenger to message her agent Toni to ask for Aiah's contact number to keep appearances. 

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It was after they'd left the parking lot that Mikha asked, "Where are we going?"

"What do you want to eat?" Aiah was holding her phone and scrolling through the restaurants on the delivery app.

"Anything's fine," Mikha said. "Your shoe is under your seat by the way."

Aiah lowered her head and glanced at it. The red heel contrasted with the black carpet, giving a sort of lingering charm.

"Anything you don't eat?"

As she spoke, she glanced at Mikha's arm, her heart pumping away.

Mikha's arm muscles had beautiful lines, not the exaggerated kind, but the white sleeves barely contained her arms and it appears infused with power.