[ Chapter 23 ]
It's a picture of a perfect setting in an eco-conscious and contemporarily lavish designed office room.
Cassandra sat upright by the desk with flawless posture, whilst pressing her natural pouty scarlet lips into a thin line. Her round framed glasses and long platinum neat blond gave her that noble and charismatic look that every soul found appealingly graceful and sophisticated.
"It's a bouquet of flowers."
Her soft frown further deepened at the answer as her eyes narrowed into slit, she had her fingertip tapping on the desk softly.
After a good brief moment of silence, Cassandra responded, "Pardon?"
"Ms Qin, a bouquet of flowers was sent to your name," Jacqueline answered from the other line, making it hard for one to guess her expression.
"Who's it?" Cassandra inquired, crossing her leg.
"I'm sorry, Ms Qin. The receptionist wasn't able to know the sender," Jacqueline trailed off.
