In the Olsen Group, Culver had been paying attention to his phone since the flowers were sent out.
He was waiting for Naomi's reaction.
Finally, his cell phone rang after an hour.
He picked up the call immediately, but fearing he might sound anxious, he only spoke after a few seconds.
"What's the matter? She was very touched, wasn't she?"
There was a hint of smug self-satisfaction in his voice. No girl would not be moved by such an extravagant gift.
To his dismay, the representative of the men who had delivered the flowers was very hesitant to tell him the truth.
"I'm sorry, sir. We were driven out."
"What? Did you say something wrong to her?"
"No, we didn't dare to ruin your plan."
"What did you say then?"
There shouldn't be a problem with the flowers. After all, she had alread
