Sharapova covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes full of surprise. All this happened so suddenly, she was not mentally prepared at all, and she didn't know how to face it.
The appearance of that dazzling "Star of the Other Side" made Sharapova lose her ability to think for a moment. Facing this unique gem, perhaps every woman will lose her ability to think.
For a moment, Sharapova almost agreed. The words "I do" came to her lips, but in the end she swallowed them back.
One thought after another popped up in her mind, and one picture after another flashed through her mind. She was in a struggle inside, and she didn't know how to choose.
Time passed by second by second, Zhang Guan looked at Sharapova expectantly, but his determination to win was slowly rising.
Finally, Sharapova's eyes showed determination, and she made a decision.
"I'm sorry!" Sharapova struggled to say this, then immediately turned and left, leaving Zhang Guan at a loss.
"Why?" Zhang Guan asked silently. He looked at Sharapova's back. In addition to disappointment, there were more questions in his mind.
At this moment, the light reflected by the "Star of the Other Shore" made Zhang Guan feel extremely dazzling.
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Zhang Guan returned to the hotel, but did not see Sharapova.
"Martha? Are you there? Martha?" Zhang Guan called Sharapova's name, and then searched every room in the suite, but could not find her.
"Where is the person?" Zhang Guan picked up the phone and dialed her number. Although the call was connected, the other party immediately hung up the phone.
"Martha, he should be fine!" Zhang Guan frowned with worry.
At this moment, a text message appeared on Zhang Guan's mobile phone, which was sent by Sharapova.
"Give me some space, I want to be alone!" Zhang Guan read this text message carefully, but he became more and more puzzled and confused.
After trying so hard to propose to his girlfriend, the proposal was rejected by his girlfriend, and she left without saying goodbye. Of course, Zhang Guan felt confused.
"Is there any misunderstanding between us?" Zhang Guan shook his head: "No, I have to go to her. No matter what, it's better to make it clear in person."
Zhang Guan picked up the phone again and dialed the number of Sharapova's agent Max.
"Hello, Mr. Max, I am Zhang Guan." Zhang Guan said.
"Zhang, I knew you were going to call. I also knew what you wanted to ask me. You wanted to ask where Martha is now, right?" Max sighed, and then said: "But I can't Let me tell you, she didn’t ask me to tell you.”
"Mr. Max, I don't know if there is any misunderstanding between her and I, but I want to make it clear to him personally." Zhang Guan said.
"I can understand how you feel now, but I still can't tell you. As you know, I am her agent. From this point of view, I have signed a contract with her, so there are some things that I really I can't say." Max paused: "But I can give you another person's phone number. Maybe he can tell you where Martha is."
"Really, who is it?" Zhang Guan asked immediately.
"Martha's father, Mr. Sharapov. As you know, Sharapov is a very authoritative father. If he is willing to tell you, I think Martha's objection will be useless." Mike Si spoke.
Sharapov is a traditional Russian man, and he also has all the characteristics of a Russian man. On weekdays, if Sharapova does not play well, you can often see Sharapov yelling at her from the sidelines, and also Because of this, Max said that Sharapov is a "very authoritative father."
"Remember a number." Max told Zhang Guan a phone number, and then reminded him: "I suggest you not to make this call now. Wait more than ten hours before calling again. Mr. Sharapov has been calling Living in the United States, it should be early morning there now, and Mr. Sharapov must still be sleeping soundly. If you call and wake up this grumpy old man at this time, you may not be able to ask anything."
…
After ten hours of anxious waiting, Zhang Guan finally dialed Sharapov's phone number.
Sharapov has always hoped that his daughter can find a suitable husband. At least the identity and status cannot be too far from Sharapova. The most important thing is to earn enough. For someone who has experienced the transformation of the Soviet Union, For Sharapov, who is facing collapse, finding a rich uncle is obviously what he wants to see. After all, the more people are afraid of poverty, the less they want to live in poverty again.
For now, Zhang Guan is obviously in line with Sharapov's wishes. Zhang Guan and Sharapova are both athletes. There is not much difference in their careers and they have more in common; in terms of personal achievements , Zhang Guan is undoubtedly the athlete with the highest personal achievement in the world; the most important thing is that Zhang Guan earns enough, and his income from various endorsements is much higher than Sharapova.
So after Sharapov briefly asked about the situation, he told Zhang Guan where Sharapova was.
"Martha went to India. She always wanted to see the Taj Mahal. I think she should go to India to relax!" Sharapov said.
"India?" Zhang Guan frowned. He knew that it was not a good place, especially for single women.
Just listen to Sharapov continue: "I have the name of the hotel she booked here. It is in New Delhi. I think if you go to New Delhi now, you should be able to find her."
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New Delhi, India.
"Sir, I'm very sorry. This belongs to the customer's privacy. According to the regulations, we cannot disclose the customer's privacy, so I can't tell..." The hotel front desk stopped mid-sentence because Zhang Guan had already taken out 100 yuan. US dollars.
Franklin's head flashed back and forth in front of the hotel receptionist. He swallowed hard, feeling more like he was making a difficult decision. Even in the best hotels in New Delhi, a tip of one dollar is considered good on weekdays. For an ordinary Indian, $100 is really a lot of extra income.
"Sir, actually..." The receptionist stopped talking again, because there were two portraits of Franklin in front of him.
"If you don't tell me, I'll ask someone else," Zhang Guan said.
"No, no, no, you don't need to bother other people with this kind of thing. I'm more than willing to help you." The front desk hurriedly took two hundred-dollar bills, checked them on the computer, and then said: "Sir, Ms. Sharapova Already checked out.”
"Checked out? When?" Zhang Guan asked immediately.
"Just this morning," the receptionist said.
Zhang Guan sighed dejectedly. He took the fastest flight, but he didn't expect to arrive a step late.
"But I also found another information here that may be useful to you." The front desk lowered his voice and continued: "Sharapova booked this morning's flight through our hotel, and her destination is Mumbai."
"Bombay!" Hope rekindled in Zhang Guan's heart.
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