Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 873:

Cedric’s workspace was typically stark and formal, yet today it was adorned with various blooms, lending an intriguing air to the office.

“Not bad,” Joyce commented, redirecting her attention away from Cedric. “I’ll give you three days to think it over. If I don’t hear from you by then, I’ll seek another partner.”

With that declaration, she rose to leave, but her eyes lingered on Cedric once more. Noticing Daniela engrossed in her coffee, Joyce hesitated. She then approached Cedric and asked, “Where did you get those flowers? They’re beautifully arranged.”

While arranging the flowers, Cedric responded, “I can send you the shop’s details.”

Joyce looked back at Daniela, now absorbed in her phone, and bit her lip. “Cedric, perhaps you could get some for me as well? I’ll pay you handsomely.”

Cedric glanced up at Joyce, somewhat bewildered. “With all your resources, surely you can find someone else for this task. I don’t require any compensation.”

crossed Joyce’s face as she pointed to some flowers Cedric had set aside. “May I take

trash anyway, and his attention was fully occupied

focusing on

Joyce reached for the flowers, considering them as a gift from

like a distant star—brilliant, radiant,

latest

power of the Harper family, Joyce had once believed there was hope for her to be with him. But when she plummeted to rock bottom, those extravagant dreams faded. Yet, a twinge of regret would occasionally creep into her heart. Now, with her newfound power, those long-buried desires stirred once more, rising

the first flicker of that

flowers from the table. “We’re not

for Daniela to steal it away with a single, unwavering gesture. Joyce barely managed to suppress the fury on her face. Who did Daniela think she was to challenge her? For over a decade, she had basked in

with fury, but she forced herself to maintain composure. “Daniela, don’t be so petty! It’s just some flowers, and you can’t even spare them

a flower to her nose, breathing in its delicate fragrance. “This is a gift from my husband. Every flower