"Miss, please accept this bouquet of flowers."
As the waiter spoke, he lifted his head to gaze at Joanna Lawrence a few more times, thinking that this young and beautiful girl was about to have a stroke of good luck.
Just by her voice alone, it had already won Mr. Luther's admiration.
Once Mr. Luther saw her in person, he'd most likely be entranced too.
She was so beautiful, what man wouldn't like her?
It was well-known that Mr. Luther was a lavish spender, especially when it came to women he was interested in. He'd certainly be even more generous.
A freely given tip from him could be more than what an ordinary person could earn in a lifetime.
Joanna Lawrence hesitated: "Did someone ask you to send me these flowers?"
"Yes." The waiter thought for a moment, and kindly reminded her, "The gentleman is one of our VIP clients, with an unspeakably prestigious status. He is over there in a private room, hoping to have the opportunity to chat with you in person."
