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.

like something a lord’s retainer might say to a lady in a medieval tale. I had a feeling Michael

just the two of us, it was back to

was everyone around Soren

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

straightened up and forced a smile, even though he couldn’t see me. “Good morning, Mr. Kenway. Thank you so much

it meant so much to me–and

you to lunch and discuss my plan

can return it now, with interest, since I didn’t end up needing

for

certain he would decline–he must be busy every single day. But that was fine. I was mostly saying

hold for a moment,” he

trying to sound casual to cover

my call must have interrupted his work!

hear him speaking to Michael briefly, probably giving

little while later, he returned. “When?”

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was a bit confused. “Sorry, could

is the

my God. He said

Tomorrow’s Friday, so… how about tomorrow night? I suggested.