"No way, Miss doesn't have a pollen allergy..." Donna's voice just faded when she met Dawn Sutherland's inexplicably dark expression, immediately straightening up and solemnly saying, "You're right! Must throw it out!"
Dawn's expression finally improved a bit, nodding, "Throw it in the trash can outside!"
"Yes!" Donna didn't delay at all, turning around and carrying the 99 red roses out the door.
Dawn thought for a moment, then dialed his assistant Sam Brown, speaking coolly: "Within half an hour, have someone send a bouquet of dark red rose flowers to my home, I'll send you the address!"
A single sentence, concise and sharp, hung up the phone, and sent the address to Sam.
Only then did Dawn's mood improve a bit, sitting at the dining table leisurely eating breakfast.
When the flower shop employee breathlessly delivered the flowers to the door, Dawn was just about to take his coat and head to work.
