Her hand paused while cutting the steak, feeling as though she wasn't slicing beef but money.
Fine, he won, this dinner alone could eat up a white-collar worker's salary of several years.
Since he wasn't summoning her to "serve him," she just wanted to finish eating quickly and go back to her room.
He watched her silently cutting the steak on her plate, occasionally sipping some red wine, a slight frown on his brow, but still introduced, "This is purebred Bulgarian roses..."
She interrupted, "I know, the world's most expensive rose variety, right? If you add the airfreight charges, I guess this bouquet would cost an office worker's half-year salary!"
This man, though he has many detestable flaws, has never been one to flaunt his wealth. What's up with him today, forgot to take his medicine?
