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.

took a deep breath to steady myself, offering a smile as I approached him.

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

approached our table.

ordered my usual hot chocolate, I asked, “What would you

coffee, please.” The waitress looked

a little surprised by his choice. “You’re into the bitter side

I was all about

complained it was too sweet and couldn’t understand how anyone could finish a cup. At the time, I’d joked that my life had

it a

like

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

elegant box. “My birthday gift for Madame Kenway,” I said,

you know my mom likes these

that evoke the aristocrats of old. Honestly, I think she looks perfect in

incredibly observant. Thank