The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 48

To Soren, it was probably as easy as taking candy from a baby.

I hesitated. Should I contact him to express my gratitude?

I thought about it for a while and decided to stick to my usual principle: a little gratitude could never hurt. Whether he accepted it or not was up to him.

1 sifted through the stack of business cards I had collected and found the one Michael had given me.

Michael answered the phone. “Miss Jones, hello.”

This must be Soren’s PR office’s number. Someone like him wouldn’t hand out his personal contact details so casually.

“Hi, Mr. Kidd. I’d like to thank Mr. Kenway for his help yesterday. Is this a good time?” I asked, getting straight to the point.

“Of course, Miss Jones. Just a moment,” he replied.

“Got it.”

I remembered how he had addressed me–Fair Miss Taylor ones.

a lady in a medieval tale. I had a feeling Michael had

two of us, it was back to

everyone around Soren so

heard some rustling on the other end of the line before a cool, composed

and forced a smile, even though he couldn’t see me. “Good morning, Mr.

you returned was my late mother’s. That’s why it meant so much to me–and why your gesture truly saved me.

gratitude, I’d like to treat you to lunch and discuss my plan to gradually

from you–I can return it now, with interest, since

waiting for

But that

hold for a

trying to sound casual to cover

call must have interrupted his

briefly, probably giving instructions or making

while later, he returned. “When?”

Chapter 48

“Sorry,

“When is the meal?”

God. He said yes. He said

how about tomorrow night?