Molly's face was pale.

The young lady took the flowers from her hands, sniffed them carefully, then turned around and cheerfully said to Ocelotte, "It's my favorite purple bellflower. How did you know?"

The young lady's tone was warm, clearly indicating that she and Ocelotte had known each other for some time.

Molly felt extremely embarrassed. She didn't have the courage or the face to stay any longer. If she stayed even one more second, she would suffocate. She hesitantly said, "The flowers are delivered. I'll leave now."

The young lady thanked Molly and smiled sweetly.

Molly walked away quickly. Molly didn't dare to let her tears fall until she was in the elevator. She knew in her heart that there would be a new mistress here, and she would never step inside again. She also wouldn’t allow herself to ruin someone else’s happiness.

The red numbers in the elevator kept counting down.

Soon, the elevator reached the first floor, and the doors opened with a "Ding." Molly was about