I almost laughed at that.
As if summoned by her blind faith, the door flew open and her assistant rushed in, her eyes bright.
"Miss An! Boss Mo sent this for you!" she exclaimed, holding up a beautiful bouquet made entirely of luxury chocolates, wrapped in black and gold paper. "He had them custom-made for you. He also said he'll come to see you tonight."
"Really?" An Yuwei's face lit up instantly.
She hurried over, taking the chocolate bouquet into her arms as if it were a precious treasure. Then she turned to look at me, and this time, her eyes were no longer apologetic.
They gleamed with faint pride and a touch of arrogance.
"Miss Tang," she said softly, but with unmistakable pride, "I truly thank you for your concern… but I believe A-Zhen genuinely cares about me."
I met her gaze calmly.
And smiled again.
A smile for a woman clinging tightly to a sinking ship, convinced it was a cruise liner.
She left with her assistant, the door closing behind them.
