Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 449 Meeting with the Demon Head (from time to time, the fourth update)
the next day.

"Drip..."

"Mr. Lewis, you'll be fine soon."

"Take it easy."

Mark, who was sitting in the bumblebee, watched the busy employees in the flower shop and then lit a cigarette for himself.

The person who was going to meet next was Mark, and he couldn't help but feel a lot of pressure.

Soon.

The young staff in the flower shop walked to the side of the mark car in three steps, two steps and two steps, holding a bunch of well-dressed evening primroses.

Look across Manhattan.

Evening primrose is only sold in this flower shop.

Mark threw the cigarette butt out of the car window, took the bouquet, carefully placed it on the co-pilot, and waved to the florist.

The Hornet engine revs.

Bursts of roaring carried Mark to the destination he wanted to go today.

For Manhattan.

The most indispensable thing is high-rise buildings.

What is lacking the most... are also high-rise buildings.

The 78th floor of a certain building.

Ding!
As soon as Mark stepped out of the elevator, he felt a smell of gunpowder smoke.

For the employees who live here in Manhattan.

go to work every day.

They are all on the battlefield!
Holding the evening primrose in his hand, Mark walked to the front desk, took off his sunglasses, smiled and said to the front desk one after another on the phone: "Mark Louis, I have an appointment with Anna."

The hand holding the ballpoint pen at the front desk made an apologetic gesture to Mark.

at this time.

Walking from the corridor on the right came a tall beauty who might not have a ninety percent appearance but was more than ninety percent in terms of fashion.

Mark saw it.

He directly crossed the front desk and walked towards the woman.

After seeing Mark, the woman said directly, "Anna has arrived at the office."

Mark looked down at his attire and said to the woman, "How do I dress today?"

The woman smiled and said, "It's great."

Mark shook his head, pointed to the half-open door at the end of the aisle and said, "Is it still that door?"

The woman nodded with a smile.

Soon.

Mark stood at the half-open office door and took a deep breath.

Whether you believe it or not.

Mark wasn't a classic sportsman from the get-go when he left Forks.

When I met this guy in the office for the first time.

Mark's clothes were directly judged as useless by the person inside, and he couldn't bear to look directly at him.

Simultaneously.

In it, this is also the only one who is speechless and the only one who survived.

Exhaling, Mark raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The assistants at the desks on either side of Mark made eye contact.

seems to be somewhat...

gloat.

"Come in!" A cold and unwavering voice came from the office.

Mark pushed the door open.

Today's weather is a bit cloudy and the lighting is not very good.

But the middle-aged woman sitting behind the glass table still wore a pair of half-round glasses covering her eyes...

After Mark came in, the woman behind the desk was doing her own thing without raising her head.

If it were someone else who dared to ignore him like this.

Mark promised that he would never again be able to ignore other people.

but……

The one in front of him is not among them.

"Ahem." Mark clenched his fist and coughed twice.

The woman looks up.

next second.

The female devil who was rated as one person capable of instigating the global fashion industry directly frowned and said unceremoniously: "God, what are you wearing? Is it the latest popular style of the homeless?"

Mark was speechless and looked down at his clothes.

The finest and most luxurious slim fit suits from a family of tailors.

Wearing a valuable red tie.

The leather shoes are made of real crocodile skin, bright enough to reflect the shadow of a person.

Without exaggeration.

The value of this set in Mark is enough for a local family of five with a middle-to-low living standard to live happily for a year.

That's it, it won't be the latest model of the tramp.

Are you blind?
But still the same.

You can hit anyone directly.

The one in front of me is not good.

not to mention.

Mark came here this time to ask for something.

thinking.

Mark rubbed his nose and defended himself, "Anna, you told me that suits and red ties will never be outdated."

"It also depends on the weather." Anna took off her sunglasses, pointed to the weather outside and said, "Should you wear red in this weather? God, have you forgotten what I taught you before?"

Mark was speechless.

I met this so-called fashion devil after Mark graduated from Quantico Federal College.

I had just arrived in New York at that time.

A small trainee detective's salary was pitifully low. In order to be able to pay the six or seven credit cards under his name at that time, Mark had to choose the choice that most normal people would make.

part time……

It's just different from the personal bodyguards chosen by others.

Mark ingeniously chose to apply for the VG magazine department, which was recruiting male models for the magazine at that time.

After all, apart from the black and gray industry, if the modeling industry does well, the money comes in pretty fast.

only……

Things didn't go as Mark hoped.

Mark became Anna's personal bodyguard for a while.

Mark was reluctant at first.

But in terms of salary, he still chose to agree.

After all, there are two credit cards whose repayment dates are approaching.

However, the part-time job is not long, only one month.

But Mark felt as if ten years had passed.

within this month.

From Mark's hairstyle, clothes, ties and even shoes and socks, Anna relentlessly attacked.

The final result directly caused Mark to emptied all the clothes in his closet and threw them into the trash can in a rage.

When Mark took off his trainee title within a month and asked Anna to leave, he asked Anna if he could give him some advice on what to wear.

Anna just said what she said before.

Although Anna was a bit venomous, Mark still felt that this month's part-time job was very effective for him.

People depend on clothes.

Mark thought if he was wearing flip flops and a tank top.

Can meeting for the first time with that man with upturned nostrils still be like seeing each other?

Again.

people.

It is graded.

Whether you want to admit it or not.

Then!

Mark accepted the devil's criticism with an open face, and said that he would change the red tie for a sky blue one when he went back.

Anna paused for a long time when she heard this.

shook his head.

Look at Mark like a piece of rotten wood.

Mark didn't mind.

He walked quickly to the window and inserted the bouquet into the mouth of the bottle.

after that.

Mark sat across from the devil.

He took out a stack of wedding dress designs from the bag he was carrying and handed it to the female devil.

"What's this?" the female devil asked, frowning as she grabbed a design drawing of an open-necked wedding dress.

Mark said: "My fiancée sets..."

"Let her give up." Before Mark could speak, the female devil directly put down the design and said.

Mark inhales.

Again.

Interrupt him with someone else Mark promises to teach her why flowers are so red...

(End of this chapter)