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During his journey from the elevator to the office, Malachi had pondered why Isabella hadn’t delivered the flowers herself, instead choosing to send a courier on this errand. He concluded she must be trying to create an air of mystery. In that spirit, he decided to play along, letting Andrew discover the sender’s identity for himself.
As expected, Andrew was caught off guard by the delivery. His handsome features creased into a frown, his expression hardening with displeasure.
“Don’t you have more pressing matters to attend to? Handle this yourself!”
Andrew had always maintained strict boundaries with those who didn’t know their places, and he wasn’t about to change now.
“If this happens again,” he warned, “your year-end bonus will be reduced by half!”
For once, Andrew’s predictable reaction didn’t intimidate Malachi. Instead, a knowing smile played at his lips as he said, “Mr. Klein, are you certain you don’t want to at least look? They were flown in specially from another country.”
Andrew’s piercing gaze caught Malachi’s unusual demeanor, and a flicker of realization crossed his face as he guessed who might have sent these flowers. Without lingering on the thought, he set his pen down.
“Put the flowers down.”
Following Andrew’s instruction, Malachi carefully placed the flowers on the desk and quietly excused himself.
As the office door clicked shut, Andrew’s eyes narrowed in thought. His elegant fingers reclaimed the pen and used it to delicately flip open the card nestled among the roses.
“Dear Mr. Klein, would you care to join me for a movie tonight at eight?” The message ended with a dainty pink heart, followed by Isabella’s signature.
The words on the card caught Andrew off guard, momentarily freezing him in place. He abandoned his pen and lifted the card for a closer inspection. After silently rereading its contents, the stern expression melted from his face. Try as he might to maintain his composure, he couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
His phone buzzed beside him, displaying a message from Isabella: “Mr. Klein, I’ll give you three seconds. Do you accept my invitation?” Isabella watched her phone intently after receiving the delivery confirmation, timing each moment with care.
Her eyes were fixed on the screen, waiting for his reply. Three seconds passed without a text. Instead, Andrew’s incoming video call lit up her display.
The connection opened to reveal Andrew’s upper body perfectly framed in the screen. His sleek office backdrop and tailored black suit exuded authority, yet the Juliet Roses visible in the frame—with their gentle, bright petals—softened his typically icy aura.
Isabella gazed into Andrew’s eyes, finding only warmth and affection where stern professionalism usually resided.
“Did the flowers arrive? Do you like them?” she asked, her eyes crinkling with joy.
“I like them. I like them very much! This is the first bouquet you’ve ever sent me.”
Andrew’s heartbeat quickened at Isabella’s radiant smile and sparkling eyes, its rhythm echoing in his chest.
“I’m so glad,” Isabella replied contentedly.
“Then my efforts weren’t wasted.”
Seeing Andrew’s delight, Isabella made a mental note to sprinkle such sweet surprises into their future together. Yet, in that moment of planning, she remained blissfully unaware that her romantic gestures mirrored Milly’s ways more than she would ever realize.
Their conversation flowed naturally until reality beckoned—work responsibilities awaiting them both. With practiced efficiency, they settled on their dinner plans before reluctantly ending the call. Shortly after, a soft knock announced Isabella’s assistant’s arrival.
Isabella turned to face the door, already knowing from her morning review that it was time for the subsidiary business inspections.
Isabella adjusted her outfit and, along with her assistant, headed to the location for the inspection. She wasn’t alone in this task; the department heads and others were also present. An hour later, the inspection was complete, and Isabella glanced at the time—it was already past five in the afternoon. There was still a little more than half an hour before her appointment with Andrew.
Several department heads invited her to dinner, but she politely declined.
“I have an engagement, so I won’t be able to join you.” The place where she was meeting Andrew was only two streets away. She called her driver, asking him to take her assistant back to the office while she strolled there herself at a leisurely pace.
The evening rush was in full swing, with traffic bustling along the streets she walked. As she neared a small alleyway that led directly to her destination, Isabella decided to take it, avoiding the congestion ahead. She turned and entered the alleyway.
The alley was remarkably clean, with occasional children whizzing by on bicycles. Just as she relaxed, thinking she’d soon exit the alley, the shriek of car brakes pierced the air.
“Are you blind? Didn’t you see my car coming?” The sound of a car door slamming echoed through the air, followed by the sharp scolding of a young man. His angry words were quickly drowned out by the cries of a child and the apologetic murmurs of an older man.
Isabella frowned and turned toward the commotion. The young man, dressed in trendy clothes and facing away from her, was reprimanding an elderly man and a small child in front of a sleek BMW.
The elderly man, likely in his sixties, was helping the child who had fallen. The child, no older than three, caught Isabella’s attention as she squinted in their direction. From their distance to the BMW, it was clear the child wasn’t crying from being hit, but from sheer fright.
This street, unlike the last, was quiet, with tall trees lining the road and few people around.
Isabella was the only one who seemed to have noticed the situation. Based on the young man’s posture, it seemed he’d continue berating the elderly man and child unless someone intervened.
Isabella pursed her lips and approached them.
“Hey, it’s a blessing there was no accident. They’ve apologized, so just let it go.”
“Why should I let it go? Just because they’re weaker?” The young man sneered at her words, his eyes narrowing as he turned toward her. His expression shifted when he recognized her.
Isabella hadn’t expected to see Austen again, and she was taken aback by how much he’d changed. The last time they’d met, he had seemed like a handsome young man with a touch of youthful charm. Now, he appeared to have transformed into a vain nouveau riche.
For a moment, Isabella was speechless, unsure of what to say. However, the sound of the elderly man trying to calm the child quickly snapped her back to the situation at hand.
She looked at Austen and said, “Traffic laws are clear—vehicles yield to pedestrians. You didn’t even hit them. And after scolding them for so long, it seems like you’ve already let out your anger.” Turning to the elderly man, she asked, “What happened here?”
The elderly man shook his head, still holding his grandson.
“We were just walking, and I didn’t see his car turning in…”
Isabella’s frustration boiled over. She had assumed the elderly man and child were at fault, which had made Austen’s anger seem justified. But now, it was clear that Austen himself had been in the wrong.
She fixed Austen with a cold stare.
“They might not be well-versed in traffic rules, but surely, you should know better. You should be the one apologizing.”
Austen’s frustration was evident. He hated the way Isabella looked at him, her superior gaze reminding him of how he’d lost face in front of Hank and Tatiana.
“I didn’t hit them, so why should I apologize? And why are you sticking your nose into this? It’s none of your business.”
“Young man, don’t you know how to speak properly?” The elderly man, realizing he was not at fault, stood taller with newfound confidence. Hearing Austen’s harsh words toward Isabella, who had come to his aid, he angrily reached for Austen’s arm.
Austen quickly shook him off and pushed him, sending the elderly man tumbling to the ground.
“I’ll say whatever I like! You’re a nuisance!” Austen muttered a curse under his breath, flung the car door open, and climbed inside, not even sparing a glance at the elderly man.
Isabella’s anger flared as she watched Austen’s rude behavior. She hadn’t expected this boy, not even twenty, to act so arrogantly.
The child, seeing his grandfather on the ground, began to cry, reaching for him.
Isabella quickly stepped forward, offering her hand to help the elderly man up. Her gaze followed Austen’s retreating car, and her frown deepened.
“Young lady, your kindness meant everything. It’s just unfortunate we crossed paths with such an insufferable person!”
The elderly man wrestled with his mounting frustration but found himself powerless to act. Squeezing his grandson’s tiny hand reassuringly, he managed to say, “Come now, say thank you to this kind lady.”
“Thank you, ma’am!”
As Isabella met their earnest gazes—the weathered eyes of the grandfather and the innocent ones of the child—she offered a gentle smile and assured them it was nothing. Yet Austen’s deplorable behavior from moments ago still simmered in her thoughts, refusing to be dismissed.
Ungrateful, a bootlicker to the powerful, smearing Hank’s brother’s club, and now bullying the vulnerable! If Isabella had encountered someone like Austen during a mission, she would’ve ensured they learned their lesson—personally.
Isabella’s fist clenched as she decided this couldn’t end here. Austen still owed them both an apology!
She pulled out her phone and logged into her account in the game.
“Hank, still need a player for your team? I want in.”
Fresh from a match, Hank saw Isabella’s message and immediately replied with delight, “We do! This is fantastic! Welcome!”
At home, after confirming their gaming plans with Isabella, Hank exchanged excited fist bumps with his three friends.
“Can’t believe we actually got Night Cat to join us. She’ll help us rank up tomorrow—then we can face Austen during his stream!”
Hank’s three companions beamed with shared joy at his success.
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