Mia Foster was puzzled and followed the direction the employee was looking at earlier. She then noticed a man in a suit holding a bouquet of roses, leaning on a flashy sports car by the street in front of the company building, apparently waiting for someone.
Felix Shaw, wearing a blue plaid suit that seemed ostentatious, but looked fashionable on him, his short hair neatly styled. Holding flowers in one hand and the other in his trouser pocket, he leaned against the car, his foot propped up in front, looking at the direction of the office building's main entrance with a casually mischievous smirk.
There was a moment of distraction for Mia Foster, perhaps because she was too dull, she found herself attracted to mischievous men.
She curled her lips into a wry smile along with a sigh, sadly acknowledging that such a perfect man was not hers.
After hesitating, Mia Foster stepped out of the company's front door.
