All-round Athlete

Chapter 573 Find Her

Sharapova covered her mouth with her hands, and her eyes were full of surprise. All this happened so suddenly, she was not prepared for it at all, and she didn't know how to face it.

The appearance of that bright "star from the other shore" made Sharapova even lose her ability to think for a moment. Facing this unique gem, perhaps every woman would lose her ability to think.

For a moment, Sharapova almost agreed, the words "I do" had reached her lips, but she swallowed them back in the end.

One thought after another came out of her mind, one picture after another flashed in her mind, her heart fell into a struggle, she didn't know how to choose.

As time passed by, Zhang Guan looked at Sharapova expectantly, but his heart, which he originally thought was determined to win, slowly hung up.

Finally, with determination in Sharapova's eyes, she made a decision.

"I'm sorry!" Sharapova struggled to say this, then turned around and left, leaving Zhang Guan at a loss.

"Why?" Zhang Guan asked silently in his heart. He looked at Sharapova's back, and in addition to being disappointed, there were more doubts in his mind.

At this moment, the light reflected from the "star on the other shore" made Zhang Guan feel extremely dazzling.

...

Zhang Guan returned to the hotel, but did not see Sharapova.

"Martha? Are you there? Martha?" Zhang Guan called Sharapova's name, and searched every room in the suite, but couldn't find her.

"Where is the person?" Zhang Guan picked up the phone and dialed her number. Although the call was connected, the other party hung up the phone immediately.

"Martha, he should be fine!" Zhang Guan frowned worriedly.

At this moment, a text message appeared on Zhang Guan's cell phone, which was sent by Sharapova.

"Give me some space, I want to be alone!" Zhang Guan read this text message carefully, but he felt more and more puzzled and confused.

He tried his best to propose to his girlfriend, but the proposal was rejected by his girlfriend, and the girlfriend left without saying goodbye. Of course, Zhang Guan felt confused.

"Is there some 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 manager, Max.

"Hello, Mr. Max, I'm Zhang Guan." Zhang Guan said.

"Zhang, I knew you would call. I also knew you wanted to ask me something. You wanted to ask where Martha is now, right?" Max sighed and continued, "But I can't Tell you, she didn't ask me to tell you."

"Mr. Max, I don't know if there is any misunderstanding between me and her, but I want to make it clear to him personally." Zhang Guan said.

"I can understand your current mood, but I still can't tell you. You know, I am her manager. From this perspective, I signed a contract with her, so there are some things, I really 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. You know that Sharapov is a very authoritative father. If he is willing to tell you, I think it will be useless for Martha to object." Mike S said.

Sharapov is a traditional Russian male, and he also has all the characteristics of Russian males. If Sharapova can't play well on weekdays, she can often be seen loudly reprimanded by Sharapov. That's why Max said Sharapov was a "very authoritative father."

"Remember a number." Max told Zhang Guan a phone number, and then reminded: "I suggest you not to make this call now, and wait for more than ten hours. Mr. Sharapov has been I live in the United States, it should be early morning there now, and Mr. Sharapov must still be sound asleep, if you call and wake up this grumpy old man at this time, maybe you won’t be able to ask anything.”

...

After ten hours of anxious waiting, Zhang Guan finally called Sharapov.

Sharapov has always hoped that her daughter can find a good husband. At least the identity and status cannot be too far from Sharapova's. The most important thing is to earn enough. For Sharapov, who was straightforward until he collapsed, finding a rich uncle was obviously what he wanted to see. After all, the poorer a person is, the less he wants to live in poverty again.

For now, Zhang Guan is obviously very much in Sharapov's mind. Zhang Guan and Sharapova are also athletes, and there is not much difference in occupation, and there will be more common language; 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 the income of various endorsements is much higher than that of Sharapova.

So after Sharapov briefly asked about the situation, he told Zhang Guan where Sharapova was going.

"Martha went to India. She has always wanted to visit the Taj Mahal. I think she should go to India to relax!" Sharapov said.

"India?" Zhang Guan frowned, he knew it was not a good place, especially for single women.

Sharapov went on to say: "I have the name of the hotel she booked here, in New Delhi. I think if you go to New Delhi now, you should be able to find her."

...

New Delhi, India.

"Sir, I'm very sorry, this belongs to the customer's privacy. According to the regulations, we can't disclose the customer's privacy, so I can't tell..." The front desk of the hotel stopped halfway, because Zhang Guan had already taken out the 100 U.S. Dollars.

Franklin's head flashed back and forth in front of the hotel receptionist, he swallowed once, as if he was making a difficult decision in his heart. Even in the best hotels in New Delhi, a tip of one dollar on weekdays is considered good. For an ordinary Indian, $100 is really a lot of extra income.

"Sir, actually..." The receptionist stopped talking again, because there were two heads 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 trouble other people for this kind of thing, I am very 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 front desk said.

Zhang Guan sighed a little dejectedly, he took the fastest flight, unexpectedly he was still a step late.

"But I found another piece of information here, which may be useful to you." The receptionist lowered his voice and continued, "Sharapova booked a flight for this morning through our hotel. Her destination is Mumbai."

"Mumbai!" Hope rekindled in Zhang Guan's heart.

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