When Hoy got back, he didn"t meet Sara in the Hall he had left her. 

According to the workers there, he was told that she went out after getting into a quarrel with one of the employees. 

He wondered where she was and whether she was having second thoughts about this already.

He called her line but she wasn"t answering the phone either.

In worry, he went out to look for her. 

"So...what exactly do you want to know?" Fazhan asked her.

"You can just be your real self. They might like you that way. Who knows?" 

When he finished speaking, he heard her laugh out sarcastically like he had just said something extremely funny.

"My real self? Do you know my real self? It"s terrible! they"ll probably hate me more." She shook her head against the idea and stopped laughing. 

"Are you that horrible?" He asked in surprise. 

"Of course" She quickly answered. 

"You see...I"m currently taking a manners and etiquette cla.s.s. My boyfriend doesn"t know about it though. I"ll be so embarra.s.sed if he finds out." She used both hands to cover her face.

"I have to be "mannerful" before meeting them. That"s my worry. It"s too soon"

"Mannerful?" He looked at her in confusion. 

"Yes.. Like having more manners." She answered like the word was totally correct. 

"Oh...."

"Even her word choice is something else" He thought.

"Since you"re taking those cla.s.ses, it"s a plus." He then remembered that her father owned a restaurant.

"But you can cook right? Your in-laws would definitely like that part of you." He a.s.sured her with a smile.

His wife liked cooking. And she also liked trying out new stuffs. If Sara was a good Cook and could bring new recipe ideas, he was sure Dana would like her. 

He saw her pretend to cry. "That"s even worse. I can only make noodles." She complained with a pout.

"Eh... Only noodles?" He almost asked her why she didn"t know how to cook when her father owned a restaurant but he knew he would give himself away that he probably knew her. 

"Yes. Only noodles. But... I"m going to start the cooking cla.s.ses soon. My father is a really good cook and he promised to teach me."

She regretted not learning earlier. This was such an embarra.s.sment.

"But.... Do you like him a lot? I mean your boyfriend?" He was curious about it. He wanted to know how she truly felt about his son.

"Of course. If I do not I wouldn"t be bothering myself with trying to be better. He"s just so perfect and I"m a psycho..." She whined. 

"Yes. He is perfect" He said proudly. 

When he saw her raise a brow to look at him questioningly, he added. "And you"re not a psycho."

Sara smiled excitedly before taking his hands. "You"re such a nice man. It feels nice talking to you." 

Her eyes darted sideways and soon she was smiling mischievously. 

"Since you work here, will you be able to have a free access into Hall 3B tomorrow? Since everyone can only enter after presenting an invite"

Hall 3B was the one to be used for his mother"s birthday. He wondered what this girl was up to with that kind of smile on her face. 

"I can try... Why?" He asked suspiciously.

Sara clapped her hands together in excitement.

"When you come, I"ll show you my boyfriend"s family. Can you help me do something hmmm..." She paused and scratched her head. She didn"t know how to possibly ask him but he urged her to go on. 

"That is...can you just stand close to them and pretend like you"re talking to yourself then you can say something like "that girl on stage...she is nice or she is pretty".. Just say anything within their earshot so they would get a good impression of me at least. Especially his mother." Sara pleaded earnestly. 

Amus.e.m.e.nt was written all over his face. He almost laugh out but he knew he had to suppress it. Was she asking him to say things that would please himself and his family?

"What if after everything, they still don"t like you?" He asked.  

Sara narrowed her eyes to look at him in displeasure. 

"How can you say something like that to me?" 

"I mean... You"ve just said you have a lot of bad att.i.tudes that might rule you off as their potential daughter in law."

"Even though I said that, you don"t have to put it plainly like that. I thought you were by my side." She said grumpily.

"I am just trying to be realistic." He explained.

"No. You are being pessimistic. They are surely going to like me. I have a nice job. I am pretty. I am intelligent. And most importantly...I am a shareholder" A smile appeared on her face when she got to that part. 

Those were enough reasons for them to like her right?

"Shareholder?" He questioned. 

With a nod, she answered "Yes. My Father"s restaurant. I am a major shareholder. So you see..." She used a hand to tuck in a few loose hair strands behind her ear. "I am just as important as their son." 

He chuckled. Oh... So that was it. A major shareholder indeed!

"You seem to be a wonderful person. I can just introduce you to my son instead. You"ll surely like him" He said to her.

Sara closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, desperately trying not to sound annoyed

"Mr Pessimist. Why are you suddenly being annoying? I asked for advice and you"re talking about introducing me to your son."

"Mr Pessimist?" He could not believe it. 

"Yes. I am not interested in your son. You are not making things better for me at all" She said unhappily before standing up. 

He laughed throatily before getting up also "I"m telling you. You"ll like him"

"I said I don"t like him. He"s not my type" She rejected. 

"How can you conclude when you haven"t even met him yet?"

"I don"t have to meet him before I know. I was born to only be with the love of my life. And you better watch... I"ll gloat to you as soon as his family accepts me."

 She glared at him one last time before walking out of the place.

Everyone was annoying her today.  Just when she thought the man was nice, he was about introducing her to his son? How shameless!

When she got to the door, she stopped walking and turned back to look at him. 

He had been standing there while looking at her retreating figure with a smile on his face. 

"What? Have you changed your mind?" He asked when he saw her turn. 

"Ehmmm.. Mr Pessimist. I apologize for the way I sounded earlier. But you can still do that for me right? Just say a few nice things about me to them and we"re even. I"ll even introduce your son to a a very nice woman."

"You"ll really introduce him to a very nice woman?" He asked again just to be sure.

"Sure. I promise." She said with a smile. 

Fazhan smirked. He was really looking forward to tomorrow.