"You know me?" Nabhani froze.

There are thousands of Arabian princes, to say the least, and it is difficult for Leila to remember so many names and appearances even if she remembers them. The reason why he was guessed to be a prince was mainly his surname, and the fact that he could appear in this place.

However, she wouldn't say such a superficial guess, so she pretended to smile and changed the subject: "Do you need me to call Charlize over?"

Naibhani was about to sit down on the beach chair next to her, but when he heard her words, he fell on the beach with a thud.

He glared at Leila like a monster, "Why do you know? It's them? No, they can't tell me who I am! So how do you know? Who told you that?"

"Tell me what?" Leila gracefully picked up the drink on the side and took a sip, "Tell me that you want to be friends with us Charlize through American Express, or tell me that you are the suitor who doesn't even dare to show up and pursue, but only dare to hide behind the back?"

"Is there a difference between the two?" Nabhani scrambled to his feet, and his attendants immediately slapped the sand off his body, while more people stood by with forced smiles.

Leila nodded: "That's right, it really doesn't make a difference fundamentally. ”

Naibhani sat down on the beach chair depressedly: "Director Moran, you are much more powerful than you imagined. ”

"Thank you. Leila accepted his "compliment" without modesty. To be told by a prince that she is amazing, if this is not a compliment, she really doesn't know what a compliment is.

But Nabhani didn't think so, and said with a bitter face: "I'm not...... Forget it, Director Moran, do you think I can be friends with Miss Theron?"

Lyra really found it hard to understand his words: "Why don't you ask me who is close at hand, but ask me, an outsider, if I don't agree, will you stay away from her?"

"I saw her beautiful figure yesterday, but I couldn't go to her side and express my admiration for her. Nabhani bowed his head in despair: "She is like the sun in the sky, and if I feel close to her, I will be melted by her light." ”

"Wait a minute, please. Leila stopped his more sensual description, "So you mean to say that you want to be friends with her, but you can't get close to her, do you?"

"Yes......" Nabhani lowered his head even deeper.

"Since you can't even get close to her, how can you make friends with her?"

"So I'm here to ask for your permission!"

Leila was dumbfounded, was this the logic from Arabia, or was it a problem caused by cultural differences?She subconsciously looked over to the entourage behind him, and saw that they were all shaking their heads firmly.

That's definitely not the normal way of thinking for us Arabs!

Well, she thought she understood, the prince's brain circuit was probably not something that she could speculate on as a common person, and she still didn't want to waste her brain cells.

In that case, then my answer is no. Goodbye, Prince Nabhani. She waved him goodbye.

"How can you do this? You have deprived her of her freedom! Aren't you Americans the most advocating of freedom and democracy?" Nabhani protested excitedly, standing up to her.

Leila glanced at him, "You came to seek my answer, and I gave you the answer, do you have any questions?"

"There's a big problem, okay!" Nabhani felt like he was being caught in some strange whirlpool. "It shouldn't be like this!" didn't his servants tell him that no one would refuse his sincere inquiry, why was he rejected, and was he rejected so cleanly?

Lyra was amused by him, "What do you think it should be?"

"You should agree to my request for my sake so that I can be friends with Miss Theron!" said Nebhani, a little frantically. Maybe it's because I've never met him with a request to be denied, and it's not surprising to suddenly meet someone like her who doesn't play cards according to the rules, and I don't know how to deal with it.

Leila looked at him curiously, "Even if I agree that you will be friends, if you can't even get close to her, then how can you make friends with her?"

Nabhani was asked a little confused: "Can we ...... Yes, we can communicate, we can send emails and so on!"

Leila really didn't understand him. His Royal Highness, who doesn't know how many people are ranked, has a face that should be considered very handsome. The deep silhouette, deep eyes, and angular face are completely material that can make a debut star. And to be able to appear here, it is obvious that he also belongs to the kind of prince who is very rich, not a parallel trade with no money in the name of a prince.

It should be easy for such a person to chase a girl, so why is he acting like a shy little Langjun who hasn't met a woman in hundreds of years in front of her?

"You just wish you could communicate and email her?" she reconfirmed, incredulously.

Nabhani struggled for a moment, then nodded firmly: "Yes, I ask for this very sincerely!"

Leila looked up and looked at the butler-looking Arab behind him, "Is what he said true?"

"Yes, honorable Miss Moran. We, Prince Nabhani, were fascinated by Miss Theron as soon as we saw her and were eager to communicate with her further. ”

"Well, if that's all there is to it, I'll call her in and ask her opinion before I answer you, okay?"

Just as she opened her mouth to shout, Nabhani hurriedly stepped forward and covered her mouth: "Wait!

"Hey, get your damn claws off her!" a fist swung at the prince with a shout of rage.

No one expected this kind of thing, and even the prince's bodyguards retreated to a position not far behind in order to take care of the master's **. Fortunately, there was also a butler present, who stepped forward and stopped the owner of the fist.

Fortunately, the bodyguards rushed over like they had stabbed a hornet's nest, surrounded them, and aimed their guns at the man who suddenly appeared.

Everything went from happening to ending in a matter of seconds, so fast that it was almost impossible to react. When Leila saw the guns, her face suddenly turned cold: "Your Royal Highness Prince Nabhani, who are you aiming the gun at?" At the same time, she stood up, regardless of the gun pointed at her, and pulled Roy to her side.

"Stop! Don't put down the gun yet! This is a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!" Nabhani was dumbfounded, he didn't expect that in just a few seconds, he didn't even react to the point that things were out of control to the point of drawing the gun.