The smile on Victor's face disappeared. He cleared his throat and leaned out of his seat.
"I understand you are still disappointed for my failure at the simple task you assigned me," he said to Stella. "And I seek your forgiveness."
Stella waved his apology off, seemingly uninterested in hearing them since he was no longer a good pawn to her. She had invited him for tea to clarify a few things and after that, she would get rid of him.
"Are you the one that has been sending bouquets to my stepdaughter every Tuesday?" Stella asked.
Victor adjusted his jean jacket and looked away, silently admitting to the fact.
