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

warm smile. “No, no. I

waitress approached our

my usual hot chocolate, I asked, “What

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

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

all about hot chocolate–no

joked that my life had been so full of hardships that I needed the sweetest thing on Earth to

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

handle it. I only like sweet things.‘ Our tastes were the complete

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

and pulled out an elegant box. “My birthday gift

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

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

observant. Thank you.”