Chapter 604


    When it was time to get off work in the evening, Cayden breathed a sigh of relief for having survived


    until then.


    Just as he had expected, Lucian was in a grouchy mood for the rest of the afternoon after receiving the


    bouquet of flowers.


    Having served Lucian for a long time, Cayden knew how to navigate his way around and avoid getting


    on Lucian‘s nerves. Nheless, it didn‘t stop Lucian from scowling at him.


    Unfortunately, the same couldn‘t be said of the senior management who went into his office to make


    their reports. All of them ended up receiving a piece of his mind.


    By the time they came out, their faces had lost all color.


    Just when Cayden expected to stay back for work, he was surprised when Lucian didn‘t need him to.


    “Please help me pick Essie up,” Lucian instructed before he left.


    Only when he saw Lucian enter the elevator did Cayden regain his senses and grunted in


    acknowledgment.


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    Why isn‘t he picking her up since he‘s leaving work early?


    After pondering for a moment, Cayden snuck a peek inside Lucian‘s office and saw that the bouquet of


    flowers he had brought inside earlier was left untouched.


    I guess the reason why Mr. Farwell isn‘t picking Ms. Este up has something to do with the flowers.


    After leaving the office, Lucian drove straight to Queen Group.


    Since Jonathan was the one who came up with the idea, Lucian naturally wanted to rify the problem


    he was facing with the former.


    At Queen Group, Jonathan had just finished for the day and was preparing to drive home.


    Therefore, he was surprised to see a familiar Jeep Cherokee parked outside hispany the moment


    he stepped out.


    If I‘m not wrong, that‘s one of Lucian‘s rides. What is he doing here at this hour?


    Curious, Jonathan approached the car and knocked on the window.


    As the window gradually wound down, it revealed Lucian‘s gloomy expression.


    Jonathan‘s heart sank when he saw his friend‘s face. “Lucian, what are—”


    With furrowed brows, Lucian remarked, “Get in. Let‘s go get a drink.”


    Jonathan was baffled by the invitation.


    In two short days, Lucian invited me out to drink twice, which has never happened before. Unless, of


    course, he‘s having problems with Roxanne again.


    As the realization dawned upon him, Jonathan joined Lucian in the car without another word.


    The moment he settled down, their car sped off, its inertia almost causing him to sprain his back.


    “What happened today? Didn‘t I already give you an idea? How did you end up quarreling again?”


    Jonathan asked while putting on his seatbelt.


    The mere mention of the matter infuriated Lucian, who replied in a frosty voice, “I followed your


    instructions, and it was useless.”


    Hearing that, Jonathan scrunched his brows. “It shouldn‘t be that way...”


    Frieda never fails to smile every time she receives roses. Even if Roxanne doesn‘t ept him, I‘m sure


    she would at least be warmed by his gesture. Unless... she‘s somehow different from other women?


    “When you sent her the flowers, did you write your confession on a card and tag it along?” Jonathan


    inquired while racking his brains.


    Lucian‘s expression was just as grim. “I did. In fact, I even wrote the card myself.”


    Knitting his brows slightly, Jonathanmented, “The more the reason for it not to fail!”


    Based on his understanding, the cards that apanied generic bouquets were usually written by the


    florist.


    Now that Lucian had written one personally, Roxanne, even if her heart was made of stone, should


    definitely be moved. Is there something wrong with what Lucian wrote?