Chapter 75: Flowers from the Wrong Man

The man walking toward her was Harrison Caldwell, Derek Prescott's personal assistant. It seemed Derek was determined to marry Sienna Bennett.

‘Once Sienna is married… A married woman can’t possibly continue modeling. Especially if she gets pregnant…’ Vanessa Bennett smiled to herself, her mood instantly lifting.

“Are those flowers for Sienna? You should treat her well,” Vanessa said sweetly.

“Yes, Miss Bennett.” Harrison bowed his head, though confusion swirled inside him. Wasn’t Chairman Derek supposed to be dating Vanessa? Why was he suddenly pursuing Sienna? And why did Vanessa seem supportive instead of jealous?

He knew better than to question his superiors. His only task was to deliver the bouquet. Nearby, a sleek black luxury car idled at the curb. Lucas Harrington sat in the backseat, holding ninety-nine rare angel’s trumpets. A small card rested atop the blossoms: [Your beauty eclipses them all.]

“Do you think she’ll like these?” Lucas asked, his voice tense. “Flowers are a safe choice, right?”

Sebastian Harrington nodded confidently. “Absolutely. Women adore flowers. These angel’s trumpets perfectly match her elegance and status. If she displays them at home, she’ll think of you every time she sees them. Far better than those desserts she devoured without a second thought.” Lucas’s expression darkened. He remembered the elaborate pastries he had crafted for her. Her only response had been a terse, “Stop sending these.” It was the first time a woman had outright rejected his advances. Perhaps flowers would work better.

Just then, Sienna emerged from the building. Lucas adjusted his tie, ready to step out with the magnificent bouquet. Noah Harrington, sitting beside him, pumped his fist. “Good luck, Dad!” Lucas gave a curt nod. But as he moved to exit the vehicle, he saw another man—Harrison—approach her first, presenting a lavish arrangement of roses.

“Miss Bennett, these are from Chairman Derek Prescott. Imported French roses. He personally selected each and every bloom.”

Harrison deliberately emphasized that Derek had chosen the flowers himself, his tone dripping with condescension. He knew Sienna had once desperately craved Derek’s attention. Surely she would be overjoyed to finally receive his affection. So what if she was the infamous Diamond Boss? She just got lucky. Underneath it all, she was still that uncultured, worthless woman who relied on men. He expected a gushing, grateful response. Instead, Sienna scoffed. “Derek picked out these generic flowers himself? His taste is truly appalling.”

She brushed past him, her shoulder knocking against his. Harrison stood frozen in shock. Did she just insult Derek’s taste? Hadn’t she pined for him for years? Hadn’t she dreamed of this moment? Vanessa watched the scene unfold, equally stunned. Sienna didn’t care anymore? After fifteen years of obsessive love and relentless pursuit, she had just… moved on? Just like that? Lucas halted, his hand on the car door. He looked down at the exquisite flowers in his grasp.

‘Generic flowers?’ ‘Appalling taste?’

He threw the bouquet into a nearby trash bin and shot a sharp, disapproving glare at Sebastian. Sebastian offered a weak, apologetic smile. “Well… I suppose our sister-in-law has rather unique preferences?”

Meanwhile, Harrison remembered his chairman’s strict orders. Swallowing his pride, he hurried after Sienna. “Miss Bennett, please accept these as a token of the chairman’s genuine affection. If you have any issues, please discuss them with him directly. Don’t put me in such a difficult position…”

Sienna stopped and turned, a look of pure ridicule on her face.

“What? Do you need me to sign a receipt for them too?”