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 him. “Sorry to have kept

vanished, replaced by a warm

waitress approached our table.

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

him the menu when he simply smiled at the waitress and said, “Black coffee, please.” The waitress looked at

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

contrast, I was all about hot

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

give it a try. You might love

like sweet things.‘ Our tastes were the complete opposite,

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

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

seemed surprised. “Oh! How did you know my mom likes these kinds

guess from the designs she wanted. She has a taste for simple yet classic styles that evoke the aristocrats of old. Honestly, I think

observant.