<h4>Chapter 779: Chapter 779: The Mysterious Gentleman Is Truly Romantic</h4>


    She couldn’t deny it; since the day she returned from the banquet, her heart felt like it was missing a piece, constantly haunted by an empty feeling.


    Whenever she reminisced about certain past events, the empty space would throb faintly, like some form of rheumatism that makes the joints ache when it is about to rain.


    Matthew Saxon had indeed vanished from her life, but her world couldn’tpletely return to how it was.


    She had lost something, something very important.


    Seymour was in trouble, and this was the first time ever.


    Such arge corporation, even if there were issues, they would have been dealt with before bing public. It was impossible for them to be exposed to the public.


    But this time seemed different.


    Although Newwell Enterprise was just one of the manypanies under Seymour, it still bore Seymour’s name, and any trouble would inevitably impact the parentpany.


    And now, as the acting President of Seymour, Matthew Saxon had a certain level of responsibility for thepany’s predicament.


    I wondered if he could sessfully resolve this crisis.


    Realizing she was worrying about him, Scarlett Yates chuckled at herself, thinking she was worrying needlessly.


    Seymour was such argepany; how could it possibly fail to ovee such a minor crisis? She should have long understood that Matthew Saxon wasn’t just focused on indulgence and leisure. If he wanted to take things seriously, he certainly had the capability to resolve such matters.


    Though thinking this way, she still felt a bit uneasy.


    Back at the ward, as Scarlett Yates stepped in, a nurse approached her with arge bouquet of flowers, yfully shaking it as she spoke, "Scarlett, that mysterious gentleman sent flowers again today. Thanks to you, our nursing station is almost submerged in flowers. The other departments are green with envy."


    The young nurse held arge bouquet of lilies, fresh with dew still glistening on them.


    Seeing Scarlett Yates’s indifferent and uninterested expression, the nurse couldn’t help but sigh, "Ah, if someone sent me flowers every day like this, I’d be overjoyed. Why aren’t you impressed at all? Is the man who sends the flowers ugly? That’s impossible; the handwriting on the card is beautiful, bold, and strong. My intuition tells me he’s definitely handsome."


    Scarlett Yates nced at the flowers in the nurse’s hand andzily said, "If you like them, you can have them."


    The nurse giggled, "Then I won’t be courteous. Since you don’t want them, it’s a waste to throw them away. I can take them home and beautify my ce."


    "But I can’t take the card," the nurse said as she pulled out an exquisite card, flipping it open and reading it aloud with a smile: "The weather is lovely today, many sweet osmanthus are blooming in the garden, and I took some photos to send you. Don’t forget to look."


    "This mysterious gentleman is really romantic." After reading the card’s message, the nurse looked at Scarlett Yates with envy, "Scarlett, aren’t you moved at all? If you’re really not interested in such a great man, you could introduce him to other single colleagues in the ward. Why let good things go to waste?"


    Moved?


    Faced with the nurse’s envious gaze, Scarlett Yates took the card and looked at it, then casually tossed it into the drawer of her workstation as she always did.