Chapter 405

Cedric was deep in thought when he decided to ask, "How fresh have the white roses from Gallia been these past few days?"

"Very fresh," Evander replied, recalling a female Luxford employee taking one home just yesterday—it was in pristine condition.

Cedric's expression tightened. 'I've been sending white roses for over a month now, but Sophie hasn’t shown any reaction. Why?'

"Evander, between white and red roses, which do you prefer?"

"Ah, I'm not much of a flower person. I like both." Evander chuckled, a bit perplexed by Cedric's probing, which often felt more philosophical than botanical.

"Forget it, go find the workers."

"Right away." Evander hurried out, aware that redesigning Cedric's spacious office to include windows within a week was a formidable task.

Alone, Cedric tapped his desk rhythmically. 'Maybe she doesn’t like white roses. Could she prefer those tacky, overly sentimental red roses?'

This dilemma seemed more pressing than any business deal. Resolute, Cedric grab