Chapter 168
The next day, Flora carried two pots of chicken soup to Stonnell International.
Her hand was injured, and Raul had been making her nutritious soups every day. Flora couldn’t possibly eat any more, so she packed up two portions.
One for Connor, and one for Alsha.
She decided to deliver Connor’s first, and then Aisha’s Inter,
The receptionist, as usual, proceeded to register the unfamiliar visitor, “Miss, whom are you looking for?”
“I’m here for Connor”
Hearing this, the receptionist couldn’t help but give Flora a second glance.
The young girl was barely in her late teens, dressed simply in a white blouse and a pleated skirt, her exposed legs long and straight. Her dark hair was tied back in a half–up ponytail, full of vitality. Her clear eyes held a hint of detachment and coolness, but when she smiled, two shallow dimples appeared on her cheeks, making her instantly likable.
The girls who usually came looking for Connor were mostly heavily made–up, almost as if they had “I’m here to seduce Connor” written on their faces
“Do you have an appointment? What’s your relationship with Mr. Connor?”
“My name is Flora, and I’m his fiancée.” Flora answered honestly,
The expression on the receptionist’s face turned indescribable. They had never heard about their CEO having a fiancée.
The young girl looked fresh and innocent, but she’s just like those other women.
“Young lady, you look quite young. You must still be in school, right? Focus on your studies, don’t daydream about reaching for the stars. Give your parents some peace of mind,” the receptionist earnestly advised.
She had a younger sister at home about Flora’s age who wouldn’t listen to anyone, obsessed with celebrity culture, causing the family endless headaches.
Flora knew she was misunderstood. She blinked, “I truly am Connor’s fiancée.”
“Mr. Connor doesn’t have a fiancée. Please don’t cause any more trouble.”
The receptionist was getting impatient, her glance briefly shifting towards the door as Moss entered, her expression changing. She quickly lowered her voice to Flora, “Young lady, you better leave quickly. The CEO’s assistant is here.”
Women who tried to seduce their CEO under various pretenses were usually escorted out by security. The receptionist wanted to spare Flora some dignity.
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Flora turned around, waving at the approaching Moss, “Moss!”
“Ms. Flora?” Moss, surprised to see her, quickly walked over, “What are you doing here?”
“My dad made some chicken soup, so I come to deliver it to Connor.”
“Follow me.”
After spending some time together, Moss no longer held any hostility towards Flora, but his tone was at best neutral, far from respectful.
The receptionist watched in astonishment as Moss led Flora to the CEO’s private elevator, her jaw nearly dropping. This was the first time she’d seen Moss being so kind to someone other than Connor.
Could it be that this young girl really was the CEO’s fiancée? Otherwise, why would Moss take her
er to use the CEO’s private elevator!
The receptionist’s legs trembled. Remembering how she had just scolded Flora in a not–so–nice tone, she shivered with fear.
Still, fear couldn’t suppress her curiosity. She quickly grabbed her phone, snapped a photo of Moss and Flora’s backs, and sent it to the
staff chat group.
[Shocking! Big news, big news! Mr. Connor’s fiancée is here! And she’s a real beauty!!
[Fake, right? Mr. Connor has a fiancée? ‘thought he didn’t like women?]
