"Flowers? You mean someone sent flowers to me?" Summer Lowell asked as she quickly went through the people she knew here in her mind, trying to guess who might have sent flowers to her.
"Yes, and it's nine hundred and ninety-nine roses, but we don't know who sent them. Even the delivery guy doesn't know, he just knows to deliver the flowers to a lady named Summer Lowell at Stellart."
The receptionist gently shook her head, repeating what the delivery guy had said.
Upon hearing this, Summer Lowell lightly furrowed her brow, "Do we have anyone in the company with the same name as mine?"
"No, those nine hundred and ninety-nine roses are definitely for you." The receptionist looked at Summer Lowell, then prompted, "The delivery guy seems quite rushed, Director Lowell, if you're not busy right now, maybe you could come down with me."
Nine hundred and ninety-nine roses, such extravagance, it's quite like Maxim Sinclair's style.
