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Orson hadn't expected Rupert to cdown so quickly. He scrambled out of the car to meet him, only to notice
Rupert still had the folder he'd taken upstairs.
"Mr. Rupert, did Ms. Lloyd refuse it? But isn't this school the one she wanted most?"
"You know, as soon as she said she wanted to study further, you were the first to reach out and help her get this
interview. It took a lot of convincing to make it happen."
Rupert shoved the folder into Orson's arms. "Find a way to let her know. Just don't let her find out it waswho
arranged it."
"Mr. Rupert..."
But Rupert didn't reply. He just got in the car and drove off.
Orson let out a long sigh before starting the engine and heading away.
The next day, Sylvia received another bouquet from Lester.
This time, he was definitely bolder. The flowers he'd sent before had been pretty subtle, just little hints here and
there.
But today? A huge bouquet of blushing pink English roses.
The soft, pastel colors instantly brightened up the entire office.
Sylvia tidied the arrangement, snapped a quick selfie holding the flowers, and sent it to Lester.
"Dear VIP customer Mr. Sanford, your flowers have been delivered."
"You're prettier than the bouquet," Lester replied.
His straightforwardness made Sylvia want to laugh.
But before she could, her coworkers' teasing voices cut in.
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"Sylvia, you can't deny it now, can you? That's definitely a lover's bouquet."
Sylvia didn't deny it, but just as she was about to explain, someone stood up from the next desk.
Fay.
She gave Sylvia a once-over, her eyes lingering on the flowers, and smirked, "Con, Sylvia,
everyone's just looking out for you. You're always so vague-are you sure you're not getting flowers from abunch
of different guys? It's gotta be nice being the pretty one." s
Which, translated, basically meant: Sylvia's a player.
In truth, Sylvia had always been discreet about Lester because of his family background. If things didn't work out
between them, she didn't want anyone using the flower deliveries as office gossip fodder.
Now she was glad she'd kept quiet. Fay's comment immediately made scoworkers exchange looks.
"Sylvia, our firm works with a lot of wealthy clients, but you can't let that go to your head," one of the kinder
coworkers warned.
Others, eager to side with Fay, were much more blunt.
"I've heard those wives don't hold back when it comes to dealing with
homewreckers. If you end up getting your hair pulled and your blouse ripped
open, don't crunning to us."
Fay gave a little snort, pretending it
was all a joke. "Oh, it wouldn't go that far. These days, the rich look for partners who are their equals-real family
money proper background. The wives are too classy toget their hands dirty. But if they really want to send a
message to a mistress, trust me, it'll hurt." s
She put a special emphasis on "equals,” as if she was already Lester's wife.
Sylvia was grateful she hadn't mentioned Lester's name. Who knew what kind of stories they'd be spinning by
now?
But she wasn't about to let Fay keep pushing her around.
Gently stroking the roses, Sylvia shot back, "Got any proof?"
Fay blinked, frowning. "Proof of what?"
Sylvia feigned sudden
understanding. "So, you're accusingof being someone's mistress with no evidence at all? Do you realize
what kind of damage that
could do to our firm's reputation if a you talking like that? |
client heal, cup with some
suggest
proof, right now. Otherwise, | reserve
the right to take this further." s
Instantly, Fay and her little fan club went pale.
Sylvia plucked a single rose from the
bouquet and handed it to Fayayvth a
smile. ‘Woh angieh) wage don't act
like bu ve never gotten flowers
before. Here, have one on me." The
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Fay, who'd been spoiled her whole
life, had never been humiliated like
this. She looked lia si@wanfed td
crush the Wet Tight then and
there—but she had too much pride
for that. She just gritted her teeth,
clicked away on her heels, and left.
Sylvia didn't pay her any more
attention. She sat down and gothack
to work That's wher dh noticed
Lbsterhad sent a few more
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