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 smile as I approached him. “Sorry

a warm smile. “No,

waitress approached our

my usual hot chocolate, I asked, “What

at the waitress and said, “Black coffee, please.” The waitress looked at him, clearly taken

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

all

was too sweet and couldn’t understand how anyone could finish a cup. At the time, I’d joked

give it a try. You might love

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

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black coffee too–or that he

why I was there I reached into my bag and pulled out an elegant box. “My birthday gift for Madame Kenway,”

surprised. “Oh! How did you know my mom likes these kinds of designs?”

that evoke the aristocrats of old.

incredibly observant. Thank