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.

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

warm smile.

approached

my usual hot chocolate, I asked, “What would you like?”

“Black coffee, please.” The waitress looked

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

contrast, I was all about hot chocolate–no

too sweet and couldn’t understand how anyone could finish a cup. At the time, I’d joked that my life had been so full of hardships that I

grinned. “You should give it a try. You might love the aroma.”

only like sweet things.‘

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black coffee too–or

reached into my bag and pulled out an elegant box. “My

know my mom likes these kinds of

designs she wanted. 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 elegance

incredibly observant.