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  Mr. Jordan, I think perhaps you can also get your daughters a present as well? Girls seem to understand their mother better, and if you can win your children's trust first, then surely they will help talk to their mother, and perhaps your wife will forgive you eventually, and you can be together again." Miya suggested sincerely. 
  Andy's face lit up. "Right. Why didn't I think about that? Thanks for your suggestion. I wonder if you have any ideas about the design?"
  "I'd suggest matching earrings with a necklace that is slightly different for each of them, depending on what they like. It shows that you love them as a whole, and you cherish them each as individuals as you know what they like respectively."
  Andy was excited to hear Miya's suggestion. He was almost in tears as if someone had finally given him hope. He held Miya's hand and said gratefully, "Thank you, Mrs. Miya Uba. I look forward to seeing your design."
  "I will try my best. Please send me more details about what your wife and daughters love or dislike, and I will think of something that suits them the best. Don't worry, Mr. Jordan, I'm sure if you truly love them, they will come back to you." Miya said reassuringly. 
  "Thank you. Thank you very much." Andy said emotionally, and soon afterward, he decided to cooperate with The Uba Corporation and arranged to meet up again tomorrow and get the contract signed.
  Seated in the car, on the way back to the company, Xenon pinched Miya's cheeks affectionately and said with a smile, "Cheeky thing, that was well played. Thank you." 
  Miya didn't expect that her idea would have helped Xenon get the contract so smoothly. She was still feeling nervous and, at the same time, rather proud of herself. She replied with a smile, "Well, it's all because you have taught me well and given me the chance to shine."
  "You are the first person that's worked with me so well. Tell me, how would you like me to reward you?" Xenon picked her up and sat her down on his l.a.p. 
  Miya couldn't help noticing how charming he was with a proud smile. With Xenon gazing at her, she suddenly felt her heart beating fast, and she had to look away to hide her bashful blushing. "I simply did what I was supposed to do. I'm happy that it helped. You don't have to reward me." She said. 
  Xenon moved her head back towards him and said, "Think about it. I'm asking you one last time, how would you like me to reward you?"
  Miya thought it over and said, "Can I see my mum?" 
  "Huh? I'm not ready yet. We will talk about that another time." 
  "I mean, I, can I see my mum?" Miya explained. 
  "Wait till I think I should meet her in person, then I will take you to see her," Xenon said matter-of-factly. 
  Miya rolled her eyes, feeling speechless. "Come on, she's My mother. It's Me that wants to see her. Why does it matter if you want to see her or not?"
  Xenon knitted his brows, looking a bit annoyed. "Don't forget that she's my mother-in-law." He said, "Legally." He added. "But I can't trust you 100 percent yet, so I'm not ready to see your mother." 
  "Does that mean I can't see my own mother?" 
  "Well, it depends. Give me a reason why you have to see her." 
  "She's my mother!" 
  "That's a fact, not a reason." 
  Miya clenched her fists and heaved a sigh, feeling utterly defeated. She looked away, and despite herself, tears ran down her cheeks. 
  Xenon was rather startled. He handed her some tissues. "Hey, don't make it a big deal. Alright, you can see her on her birthday, Christmas, and New Year's Day." 
  She's my mum. Why can't I see my mother? Why do I have to ask for his permission? Miya thought and sobbed. 
  Xenon started to grow agitated. He tapped her head and said, "Stop crying, or I won't allow you to see her at all." 
  Miya stopped instantly and stared at him in disbelief. 
  Xenon rolled his eyes. I knew it. I just can't be too nice to her. He then said coldly, "I have a meeting in the afternoon. Go home after work. Get a good shower tonight and wait for me in my room at nine o'clock." 
  Miya nodded. 
  Back in the office alone, Miya put on her favorite music and got to work. She turned on her laptop and received an email from Andy. It was a long list of his wife's and daughters' likes and dislikes, as well as a collection of photos. Miya printed them out and went through the list and photos carefully. She took notes and sketched down any ideas that came up in her mind. 
  Mrs. Jordan looked elegant and serene, though she wasn't stunning looking and didn't share the same confidence as Sally Streep. There was something about her that was uniquely charming. She was well-educated, understanding, mature, and deep. Her older daughter was more like her, quiet and graceful, but didn't like socializing much. The younger daughter was out-going and cheerful. 
  From the photos, Miya could tell that Mrs. Jordan preferred jewels that were simple and delicate, while the older daughter loved bracelets and earrings of light green and sky blue colors and the younger daughter was into bright and colorful accessories, nothing shy or ordinary. 
  It isn't easy to combine all three styles together at all. Miya pouted her lips as she thought. She stayed for another hour after clock out time and still couldn't think of a satisfactory idea. 
   
  Xenon was out for dinner with clients, so Miya didn't need to cook. She had a delicious meal prepared by the chefs at Home for Sol and went up to her room. She had another look at the photos and the notes she took, hoping to have some inspiration. 
  When it was about half-past eight, she took a shower and put on her nightgown.