Billionaire's One Night Stand novel Chapter 462

Aman snorted..

It seemed that he didn't care.

As they talked, a waiter in front of them walked over to Chloe with a bouquet of flowers...

Chloe had agreed to be an exclusive guest for the next session of "Beauty", because Miss Smith had indeed invited her several times.

Miss Smith was very happy. "Miss Chloe agreed? This is my honor. Then next time I'll come to you for an interview..."

"Yes, sir."

Chloe returned a glass of wine to her.

A waiter came over and said, "Miss Chloe, your flowers."

Chloe looked back.

A bunch of black roses.

Her eyes fixed on it...

Miss Smith was surprised. "Is there anyone else who sent black roses to you, Young Madam Emperor's friend?"

Chloe didn't say anything. When she came back to her senses, she immediately took the flowers and looked at them. There was a card with words on the bouquet.

"I'm a demon, and I'll take all of it for you."

Chloe's face changed.

He looked around the venue immediately.

"I am a devil, and for you?" Miss Smith read for a moment, "Is this the flower language of the black rose? Miss Chloe, did President send it? President is really funny."

Chloe didn't think so. She asked the waiter, "Where is the person who delivered the flowers?"

The waiter said, "A person outside the venue sent it, saying that it's to congratulate Ms. Chloe."

"Got it."

Chloe's lips curled into a smile.

The waiter bowed and left.

Chloe recalled that when Aman went out in the morning, he was still in nine dragons' enslavement. Furthermore, he had never gifted her black flowers.

In her past life and memories, there was only one person who liked this kind of flower.

Miss Smith saw that there was something wrong with her face, and said with a joking smile, "Miss Chloe, it can't be a gift from a man, right? If President knows that person, he will suffer if he is so dominant."

Chloe's pupils gradually contracted. He returned to City?

"But, flowers are rare." Miss Smith looked at the bunch of expensive black roses, "After all, there are no black roses on the market. Some of them are dyed by people or are specially cultivated by man-made people."

Chloe squeezed out a smile. "I think... it should be a prank by one of my friends."

"That's good."

"I don't mean to do that. Please make yourself at home, Miss Smith. I'll go out," Chloe said.

"Okay, Miss Chloe, please."

Chloe put the champagne glass aside, went over and said something to Manager Henry, then left the auction hall.

Aman and Ragib looked at what had just happened.

Under the sunglasses, Aman's eyes were cold.

Ragib hesitated for a moment. "Aman, that flower... was it you who arranged for someone to gift it to me?"

Aman stood up. "I'm sorry, I'll treat you to a drink some other day. Right now, I have an urgent matter to attend to!"

Ragib saw that the expression on his face did not look right. "You really didn't give it to me?"

Through the lens, his eyes swept across the entire press conference hall.

"Yes, who has the guts to do that?"

He didn't even dare to send flowers to Chloe.

Aman brought his bodyguards with him and walked straight out of the hall.

Ragib was about to stand up when a few beautiful figures suddenly walked over. A few beautiful ladies looked suspiciously at the big-bearded man in a swallow-tailed coat. "Young Ragib?"

Ragib was startled, with a few familiar young ladies reflected on his lens.

Beads of sweat were beading on his forehead.

No way. How could he recognize it when he was dressed like this?

When several notable young ladies saw that he did not deny it, they quickly went over and said,

"Young Ragib, it's really you!"

"You're so annoying. Why are you dressed like this..."

"I haven't seen you for a long time. Have you forgotten us?"

Four or five socialites immediately sat on both sides of him.

Ragib let out two awkward laughs.

"Ahahaha, so you can all recognize each other?"

"Of course, I felt a little familiar just now." A notable young lady said.

It was obvious that this notable young lady was familiar with Ragib.

She was considered a confidante.

Ragib looked at the beautiful woman beside him and looked at the press conference that he had yet to enjoy. Finally, he took off the beard on his face and took off his sunglasses. "Haha, at least you have good taste. Come, let's have a drink."

"Okay." The other notable young ladies also raised their glasses. "But we can't leave without you this time."

Ragib asked, "When did I leave you guys behind?"

A few notable young ladies said in unison, "That's true every time."

"Alright." Ragib picked up the champagne cup. "I'll punish myself with one cup."

A celebrity looked in the direction that Aman had just left. "Hey, who was that person just now? Why does he look like President?"

"Impossible!" Ragib pinched the face of a notable young lady back and said very loyally, "In your opinion, in this way, President is busy with his business and can't come to Miss Chloe's press conference. I'm here on his behalf."

"So that's how it is!"

"I'm wondering how President could have dressed up like that!"

"Come, beauties, let's drink." Ragib waved at the waiter. "Bed Bank, send me another champagne tower!"

Soon, the whole press conference was in a tumult. Other distinguished guests also came over and took the opportunity to know Ragib.