Even in Darkness She Chose to Rise (Tatiana and Jasper) novel Chapter 296

Chapter 296 The Red Roses

The assistant struggled to carry a huge bucket of red roses into the office.

The roses were vibrant and clearly expensive.

She looked helpless. “Just put them down.”

“Alright, Tati.”

She pulled out her phone and immediately sent a message to a certain person.

“Didn’t we agree you shouldn’t send flowers anymore? It’s very troubling.”

The reply was instantaneous.

“I didn’t send them.”

Followed by, “Who sent them to you?”

She was surprised. If it wasn’t Jasper, then who was it?

Since realizing he was Yasper, she had warned him not to repeat those gestures.

She had instinctively assumed he was the culprit.

Her eyes noticed an envelope tucked among the roses.

She took it out and looked.

“The person is more beautiful than any flowers.”

The words were frivolous.

She frowned. Her phone immediately vibrated, showing a call from Jasper.

“Tatiana, who sent them?”

His voice sounded normal, but in reality, it was taut with tension.

“I don’t know, there’s no signature.”

She flipped the card over and over, but there was no signature.

Who would send her flowers?

“Throw them away.”

“Hmm?”

“I’ll send you new ones.”

She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Stop messing around. I don’t like this.”

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“Then don’t accept their flowers.”

“I won’t accept anyone’s flowers. Alright, that’s enough. I have to work.”

She hung up immediately, ignoring his protest.

Just as she was about to ask her assistant to discard the flowers, her phone vibrated again. The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number.

“Hello?”

“Tati, do you like the red roses? They’re Bulgarian Red Roses, flown in. They’ve opened perfectly. I hope you enjoy them.”

She frowned. “Who is this?”

“Tati, we just met yesterday. I’m sad that you’ve already forgotten me.”

She belatedly remembered. “Morty?”

“Yes, it’s me, Tati. Can I invite you to dinner?”

“I’m sorry, I’m working late.”

“Then I’ll wait for you.”

“I’ll be working all night.”

He chuckled on the other end. “Tati, you do joke. Is that a refusal?”

“Clearly, yes.”

“Why?”

Guessing that any other excuse wouldn’t be believed, she decided to be blunt.

“I’m married with children. Please don’t bother me.”

Morty clearly hadn’t expected her to fabricate such a lie just to reject him.

He offered a dry reply. “That’s fine. I like married women.”

The line went dead.

She couldn’t be reached when he tried calling again.

Morty’s companions immediately burst into laughter.

“Looks like you’ve lost your touch! The beauty rejected you!”

“How bizarre! Which beauty has the guts to do that?”

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Morty wasn’t annoyed. Instead, he pulled out his phone, selected a photo, and passed it over. “Take a good look.”

The playboys gathered around curiously, wanting to see who this woman was.

But when they saw the photo, a ripple of astonishment went through the

The photo was exceptionally well–taken.

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Dressed in an evening gown with perfect makeup, she stood amidst the noisy crowd. Among a group of socialites all vying for attention, she was still the most arresting figure, the absolute visual center.

She was too beautiful.

Beautiful like a masterpiece meticulously carved by God, flawless in every respect. Even more captivating was her aura–it wasn’t the decadent allure of a common woman, but an ethereal detachment.

Standing there, she was like the bright moon in the sky, admirable but untouchable.

“How could such an exquisite beauty have never been seen before?”

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