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.

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

vanished, replaced by a warm smile. “No, no.

waitress approached

ordered my usual hot chocolate, I asked, “What

coffee, please.”

little surprised by his choice. “You’re into the bitter side of things,

I was all about hot chocolate–no exceptions.

time, I’d joked that my life had been so full of hardships that I needed

should give it a try. You might love the

handle it. I only like sweet things.‘ Our tastes

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develop a taste for black coffee too–or that he would sometimes drink my hot

out an elegant box. “My birthday gift for Madame Kenway,”

did you know my mom

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

observant. Thank you.”