6.The Final Blow

I desperately suppressed the terrified scream building in my throat, trying to maintain my composure.

Stay calm, stay calm!

Maybe there was another sleep-deprived girl he had encountered while I wasn't around?!

I refused to believe it.

"Did you send the flowers?"

Riche: "Yes."

"What kind?"

"Red roses."

The last glimmer of hope was extinguished.

It really was me!

Before I could even process this disastrous news, he bombarded me with more messages.

"To avoid any gossip, I sent flowers to everyone in the company, each one different."

"I'm quite surprised that you, as a consultant, didn't think of this. It makes me question your professionalism.

Pay more attention in the future. I don't want my affections to cause her any trouble."

I was taken aback. I didn't expect Zenon to be capable of stringing together such complex sentences.

After a moment of complicated emotions, I was furious.

Questioning my professionalism? Unforgivable!

If it weren't for trying to figure out who he liked, I would never have suggested something as cliché as sending flowers anonymously!

My 95% success rate wasn't just for show!

But I couldn't exactly reveal my true skills to him, could I? Teaching him how to chase me?

Just as I was getting increasingly frustrated, Zenon asked another question.

"Should I send her something else as a gesture?"

"Don't bother."

I gritted my teeth and typed, "You two have no future."

Zenon: "？？?！！！"