On the other side, Martin Riley's company was still receiving flowers for him. Even Henry, upon seeing the flowers downstairs, couldn't help but grumble.
"Who the heck keeps sending these? How many days has it been?"
Who could it be, doing something so pointless every single day?
"Henry, don't you really know who the sender is? Sending flowers for so many days must cost a fortune. Our boss sure hasn't lost his charm. Even though he's married, women still flock to him!"
As soon as the receptionist finished speaking, Henry shot her a sharp look. "Didn't I tell you before? Never let the boss hear that kind of talk. I'll tell you one last time, the only person the boss likes is his wife. Keep your mouth shut."
The receptionist quickly covered her mouth. She didn't mean anything by it; she was just too curious about the persistent flower sender.
What kind of woman could go to such lengths? She couldn't help but admire the dedication.
"So, what should we do with these flowers?"
