The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 90

“Alright. I’ll be there soon.”

“Me too.”

I grabbed my things and left the office, my heart pounding.

I thought I would arrive first, but he had beaten me to it. I spotted him sitting at a table by himself.

It was easy to find him–he always stood out just by being himself.

Autumn’s warm, golden sunlight streamed through the window, bathing him in its glow. His simple white shirt with rolled–up sleeves caught the light, and he had removed his jacket, hanging it next to him.

The shop’s decorative purple flowers bloomed behind him, perfectly complementing the golden hues of his shirt. An ultra–slim laptop sat in front of him. He appeared to be working, a slight frown on his face.

I must have been staring at him for what felt like ages, only snapping out of it when someone walked past me.

breath to steady myself, offering a smile as I approached

vanished, replaced by a warm smile. “No, no. I just arrived.”

waitress approached our

my usual hot chocolate, I

please.” The waitress looked at

by his choice. “You’re into the

contrast, I was all about hot chocolate–no

could finish a cup. At the time, I’d joked that my

should give it a try.

“I can’t handle it. I only like sweet things.‘ Our tastes were the complete opposite,

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few years later, I would develop a taste for black coffee too–or that he would sometimes drink my hot chocolate, either

I was there I reached into my bag and pulled out an elegant box. “My birthday gift for Madame Kenway,” I said, sliding the box toward him. “Please pass my regards and best wishes to her!”

How did you know my

She has a taste for simple yet classic styles that evoke the aristocrats of old. Honestly, I think she looks perfect in that kind of aesthetic. Your mom’s

observant. Thank