Flirting Mistake: I Married My Ex's Billionaire Uncle Overnight

Chapter 55: Zenith Is Not a Place for Proposals

Chapter 55: Chapter 55: Zenith Is Not a Place for Proposals

President of Zenith’s office.

Felix Ford stood respectfully in front of the desk, reporting the situation downstairs to Julian Lancaster.

"President Lancaster, Vincent Lancaster ordered nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine roses. He’s proposing to Sierra Sinclair at Zenith’s entrance, and the scene is grand and romantic."

Julian Lancaster lifted his deep eyes, "Romantic?"

"Uh... Quite a few people said they were envious just now. I guess there’s no girl who wouldn’t like it, right? And Miss Sinclair seems to be there watching."

Upon hearing Felix Ford’s words, a thoughtful expression surfaced in Julian Lancaster’s eyes.

No matter what, Nina Sinclair is considered his person. How could he remain indifferent when she’s bullied?

He said in a deep voice, "Zenith is not a place for proposals."

Having been by Julian Lancaster’s side for so long, Felix Ford could discern his thoughts with just a look. Seeing his expression cold enough to kill, he immediately knew Julian was displeased with Vincent Lancaster’s public proposal.

know what to do. I’ll go drive

Lancaster stopped him,

reality, looked at Julian Lancaster

the grand romantic

front of Sierra Sinclair, deeply emotional, "Sierra, we’re about to get engaged, but I realized I haven’t formally proposed to you. Today, I propose to you. Will you marry

will!" Sierra

ring from the box and

Sinclair looked at the huge diamond on her hand, unable

why Vincent Lancaster suddenly gave her this big surprise, she was really happy. At this

James Aldridge, yet she dared not to hide and

just in time to witness Vincent Lancaster’s proposal to

Sinclair must be terribly

of no use. Vincent

Sinclair’s bandaged hand, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. She spoke to Nina Sinclair, "Nina, you’re here

walked to Nina Sinclair, and stuffed the

day. I want to document it. You’re my good sister, you wouldn’t refuse,