But no matter how hard she searched her memory, she couldn't immediately place where she had seen him.
Kate hurriedly handed over the account book, looking as if she were offering a sacred treasure. Isabella flipped through it quickly, her fingers turning page after page, her eyes narrowing as the numbers jumped out at her.
And then she completely froze.
For more than half a month straight, the flower shop's daily turnover had been full stock sold out.
Every single day.
Not one bouquet left unsold.
Not one order wasted.
Isabella's grip tightened on the book, and her throat went dry.
How could this be possible?
This kind of performance wasn't just good.
It was absurd.
It was the kind of absurd that didn't happen unless there was either a miracle… or a trap.
Kate, completely unaware of the storm forming in Isabella's mind, looked proud and excited. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes shone like she had discovered a gold mine.
