Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute novel Chapter 147

Florence looked at Filip's back. After a few seconds, she realized what happened. "Oh boy!"

Since when did Filip start to like flowers? Weird!

So, the flowers didn't belong to that girl. Whom then?

Frances and Martha naturally saw Filip come out with a bunch of roses. Frances had seen so many things, yet she was still a little surprised, "What's wrong with him?"

Everyone brought flowers to the graves, but he did the opposite.

Martha was puzzled as well. "I have no idea either."

Frances frowned, looking at Filip as he approached, "Where did you get the flowers?"

"From someone."

That was not an answer. Frances was pissed off. "Am I blind to you?"

Filip pursed his lips, thought for a few seconds, and added, "She didn't want them anymore."

Frances snorted, "And you took them?"

Filip glanced down at the rose in his arms and didn't answer the question. Then he changed the topic by saying, "I need to go to the company. Go back."

It was a holiday today.

Frances didn't bother to ask more, "Go, go."

Florence came out of the cemetery and glanced at Filip who was holding the roses, shook her head, and got in the car, "Old lady, Filip seems to be a little bit wrong recently."

"Ignore it."

Florence knew that Frances was saying the opposite. So, she smiled, "If I guessed correctly, the roses should be Ms. Bradley's."

Hearing Florence's words, Frances became somewhat interested, "Why did he take the flowers that Starry brought to the grave?"

"The girl we met just now took that bunch of flowers out. I think she was about to throw them away."

Frances also understood. She suddenly laughed, "He even cares about a bunch of flowers now!"

Too late.

"Well."

Frances sighed, "Let him be. He's too proud. He should suffer a little sometimes. Let's go home."

A smooth life was not always good.

Filip was born with everything. His only unfortunate was that his parents died early. But he had Frances. So, he was not particularly lonely compared to many people.

After he took over the Eternal Group, things all went as favored. For the first thirty years, he lived without trouble.

The romantic relationship was not included, of course.

Florence leaned back. "He wouldn't listen to me anyway."

Her nephew got his own ideas.

Filip got into his car and put the rose on the seat beside.

He tilted his head to look at the roses, which had been carefully groomed. Although it had been nearly an hour, the petals were still delicate, with tiny water droplets on them. The fragrance was not very strong, but inside the car, he could smell it.

Everybody was on holiday. So, no one went to work.

Filip turned back to the apartment on the halfway.

He got out of the car holding a bunch of roses and caught a lot of attention while entering the elevator.

Filip held the flower and walked in casually.