However, that didn’t seem possible. He was in the capital. How could he possibly be here and doing such ridiculous things? Besides, he never replied to her message when she asked him to take Lynn away. It would seem that he had truly given up on her, so he certainly wouldn’t do such a thing. She must be overanalyzing.
Tiffany may be gone, but it was still business as usual; life went on. The weather today seemed pretty good, as if it was meant to cheer Arianne up. It was slightly breezy, not too humid or too hot. The sun was just warm enough, and business was good.
Just as noon arrived, Naya suddenly cried out in surprise, “Ari, we’ve received a huge order from a finance company in the office across the street. I think it’s from your... husband’s company? A hundred desserts and cups of americano. Americanos are easy to make but making those desserts might exhaust you... Was that your husband’s Rolls-Royce this morning? Only a company boss would treat his employees to these desserts. I mean, who else would have that much cash?”
Arianne’s mood plummeted after hearing Naya’s exclamation. Was Mark really here? Dessert and americano, that was definitely Mark’s usual. And he wanted a hundred of them too. Was he trying to work her to death?
Only a fool would refuse money. She put on her apron and asked, “When does he want these? If he’s expecting an immediate delivery, I’ll rush it all out right now.”
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