Chapter 394 Eighty percent is a tigress

Iverson Byran result card is open. A line of fine print, which said, 'I'm sorry about the elevator this morning.' 'Mr. Byran,' the waiter pushed the dining car. 'May I go in?' Iverson Byran put the card in the corner of the dining car. 'Please return it.' 'Go back?' The waiter one leng, showing consternation, thought he was listening to the wrong. Iverson Byran shut the door directly. 'Hello?' As soon as the door was closed, Iverson Byran put his cell phone to his ear. Amanda Jewell's voice came from the other end of the phone, with a bit of vinegar. 'Mr. Byran is very popular. When you get married, you will still be liked by women as before, and peach blossoms will be delivered to your door at every meeting.' Iverson Byran was helpless. 'I confiscate it.' 'Why don't you accept it? People have a heart.' 'It should be the wrong delivery, and it's the wrong person.' 'Wrong person?' Amanda Jewell's voice was mixed with some doubts, and Iverson Byran quickly chang