Chapter 301

An elderly man known as Mr. John worked here. He used to work for the Leith family as a butler.

In the past, Mr. John worked for Gideon’s father. After Gideon’s father had passed away, he no longer stayed on with the Leiths. His original plan was to retire to a nursing home, but Gideon made him stay. Later, he came here to manage the family’s private restaurant.

Mr. John was old. Although he was in his sixties, his hair was almost gray. He radiated a kind and compassionate aura.

The nursery was quiet.

Tara stood aside as Mr. John brought out a flower pot carefully. He placed it on a table and removed the black cloth covering the pot, revealing a blooming blue rose.

She exclaimed, “Wow, it’s so pretty! Is this a Blue Enchantress?”

Mr. John smiled. “No, no, I cultivated this on my own. The Blue Enchantress you’re talking about is dyed and different from this one.”

“Really? But this looks the same as a Blue Enchantress.”

Mr. John stared at her and sniggered. “Rubbish! They aren’t the same at all! Look at this flower. Its color, petals, and texture are so much nicer than that of a Blue Enchantress.”

Tara scrutinized the flower again but saw no difference.

She smiled bashfully and rubbed her nose. She did not want to embarrass Mr. John, so she said, “Eh, right, it’s different.”

Mr. John beamed with pride after receiving Tara’s approval.

Suddenly, he thought of something and his eyes lit up with glee. “Come, come, take a photo of me together with this flower. I want to post it on Weibo.”

A laugh escaped Tara. “You’re an old man and you use Weibo?”

Mr. John glared at her. “So what? Weibo isn’t just for youngsters.”

Then, he bragged. “You know, my account is verified on Weibo. I’m a famous horticulturist and I have almost a million followers.”

Tara was astonished. “Amazing!”

Mr. John felt smug. “Right? On par with you youngsters, eh?”

Tara commented, “Yeah, more amazing than us.”

Mr. John chuckled. “Do come here more often. Once the flowers in the nursery are grown, I’ll give you one as a gift.”

“Alright, thank you in advance.”

Mr. John waved a hand. His eyes formed two narrow slits as he smiled. “You’re welcome. I like you, little girl. Come visit me when you’re free and accompany this old man.”

Tara grinned but did not reply.

She knew very well that despite making friends with Nell today, she was still a Garrett.

Nowadays, the Four Great Clans have an unstable relationship. They could be friends today and enemies the next day.

The Leiths and the Garretts used to have a marriage pact, but it never worked out. Gideon defied the pact by marrying a woman from a regular background. For the other three clans, there was no longer any hope in creating a marriage pact with the Leiths.

Thus, they set their sights on other places.

Tara was aware that the man from the Grahams was actively pursuing Stephanie.

If a marriage pact was formed between the Garretts and Grahams, things would become stickier.

Although she was just an extended family member of the Garretts, she still had to know her place when such a situation arose. To avoid suspicion from her family, she must not be too close to Nell.

She felt disappointed when she thought of this.

Still, she kept this to herself and accepted the phone. “Stand closer to the flower. I’ll get an angle with better lighting.”

Then, she let Mr. John stand by the table while she moved toward the entrance.

She kept stepping back to search for a good angle and proper lighting, then said, “Ok, smile!”

All of a sudden, a man’s cough appeared behind her. She was startled and snapped the photo instinctively, capturing the image.

Then, she turned around at once and saw Owen standing half a step from her. Had she retreated further, she would have stepped on his foot.

“Eh, Senior Brother, what are you doing here?”

She was a bit embarrassed and blushed. Next, she noticed a light shoe print on his leather shoe.

Her face flushed a bright red.

She quickly stepped back. “Sorry, sorry! I accidentally stepped on you, Senior Brother!”

Owen returned a warm smile and waved a hand. “It’s alright.”

He saw the flower in Mr. John’s arms and inquired, “What are you two doing?”

Mr. John waved an arm to him amiably. “Doctor Jackman, what do you think about my flower?”

Owen knew that the old man loved to tinker with such things, so he was not surprised and went in for a closer look.

He nodded. “Mm, not bad, looks nice.”

Mr. John beamed with pride when he heard Owen’s praise. “Doctor Jackman is a man of culture. Why don’t you name my flower? I’ll give you one when you get married.”

Owen chuckled. “Aha, it’s my first time experiencing your generosity, Mr. John. I’d better not let this opportunity slip, then. Let me think.”

He pondered, then his eyes widened as an idea came to him. He replied, “Your flower reminds me of a flower that I’ve seen before. Why don’t you give yours the same name?”

Mr. John was shocked and asked hastily, “Which flower?”

“Blue Enchantress!”

“Hahaha...”

Tara could not hold it any longer and roared with laughter.

Mr. John’s expression darkened. He glared at Owen and scolded, “You two don’t know how to appreciate flowers. You don’t get to name it anymore.”

Then, he carried the pot and stormed off.

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Chapter 487 The End Pt. 5 Owen called out after him, “Sigh, Mr. John, aren’t you supposed to let me name it? I think that name sounds good.”

However, Mr. John ignored him. He walked outside with the pot in his arms.

As he left, Owen rubbed his nose and beamed with smugness.

Following that, he turned around and made eye contact with Tara. Finally, he realized that he had crossed a line with his joke and had forgotten about the girl.

She stood there and regarded him with a mixture of amusement, tenderness, and respect.

Owen was surprised. He touched his own face as he thought there was something on it. He relaxed when he realized it was clean.

So, he asked her, “Why are you staring at me? Is there a flower on my face?”