Chapter 588

Downstairs.

Orson hadn't expected Rupert to come down 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 was me who 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. Read complete version only at Find[ɴ]ovel.net

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.

"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, "Come on, 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 some coworkers 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 come running 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 accusing me of 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? I

client heal, come up with some

suggest

proof, right now. Otherwise, I 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 Fay with a smile. "Ms. Langley, maybe don't act like you've never gotten flowers before. Here, have one on me."

Fay, who'd been spoiled her whole life, had never been humiliated like this. She looked like she wanted to crush the flower right 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 got back to work. That's when she noticed Lester had sent a few more messages. "Why'd you go quiet?"

"Are you busy?"