"What?" Kaden snapped into the phone, leaning against the wall with a scowl.
"Ever the kind greeting, Young Master," Priscilla dryly commented, her gaze surveilling the shipment of flowers before her. She scowled at the sight of it.
"There's something wrong with the silk flowers we ordered. You need to come down to the mall right now," Priscilla stated, lifting up one of the pathetic petals and letting it fall.
Priscilla frowned at the nauseating smell in the room. This wasn't the high-quality product she was expecting and the silk flower festival was in just a week.
"We can't deal with it on our own. Or else, I would've done it myself, Young Master," Priscilla added on before he gave her an excuse that he was busy.
When was Kaden DeHaven not busy? This man dedicated his every waking moment to DeHaven Conglomerate, managing the main headquarters, subsidiaries, and the other branches. It was a miracle he hadn't dropped dead from his hard work.
