"Excuse me, President Lawrence."

Rosalie tidied up the coffee table. When she got up to throw the garbage, Byron stood at the door and blocked her way.

Hearing her voice, Byron deeply frowned and turned sideways to make way for her.

Looking at the woman’s back, he could not stop glancing at the bunch of flowers that she had temporarily placed on the sofa with anger in his eyes.

"Didn't you say you’ll treat me the same as them?"

Rosalie heard the man's question when she returned after throwing out the trash.

Hearing this, Rosalie's footsteps stopped abruptly. She raised her eyes in confusion to meet his gaze.

Byron frowned. "Why did you return all the flowers I sent before, but you brought these ones home?"

Before Rosalie could react, the man continued, "So, who sent these flowers? Leon? Or Xander?”

"It’s..." Rosalie instinctively wanted to answer, but in the next second, she noticed the man's bad attitude. Her voice stopped abruptly.

Byron thought she was going to give an ans