Chapter 370

Those bright flowers, man, if you sold 'em in a big city, you could make bank, like hundreds of bucks with just a bit of fancy wrapping. But here, where the air's already thick with flower scents, they go for dirt cheap.

So, this young girl had been pushing her flower cart around forever, but barely sold a thing. The cart was a total eye-catcher, though.

But the assistant knew Zaire wasn't in the mood to buy flowers, let alone a whole cart of 'em.

Before Zaire could even say anything, the assistant jumped in to shoo the flower girl away. "We're not buying."

The flower girl got spooked and tried to push her cart away in a hurry.

Zaire suddenly called out, "Wait!"

He put his phone away and waved her over. "Come here."

The girl glanced at the assistant, then slowly pushed her cart closer.

Zaire casually picked a red rose, sniffed it, and said, "Smells nice."

The girl blinked her clear eyes. "Sir, wanna buy some? Buy one, get one free. The more you buy, the more you get."

Zaire smirked. "How much?"

The girl said, "One dollar each."

Zaire raised an eyebrow. "How much for the whole cart?"

The girl was stunned.

The assistant was also taken aback and couldn't help but remind him, "Mr. Jose, it's not practical to take a whole cart of flowers."

Zaire ignored him and asked the flower girl again, "How much for the whole cart?"

The girl finally snapped out of it, looked at the cart full of flowers, feeling all kinds of nervous, "I haven't counted."

Zaire smiled. "No need to count. I'll give you a thousand bucks for the whole cart, okay?"

The girl was shocked and waved her hands frantically. "No need for that much. This cart only has about a hundred flowers. I sold a few this morning, so there should be about ninety left. With the buy one, get one free deal, fifty bucks would be enough."

The girl held up five fingers, but she still got a thousand dollars in cash.

Zaire asked, "Can you do me a favor?"

The girl was stunned. "What favor?"

"In a bit, a girl will come here. Can you give her this cart of flowers?" Zaire's tone was gentle, and he seemed super chill.

The girl said, "Okay."

Zaire smiled slightly. "Thanks."

He then turned to his assistant and asked for paper and pen.

Opening the notebook, Zaire's long fingers held the pen and quickly scribbled two lines. He then tore the page, folded it a few times, and handed it to the girl. "Give this to her as well."

The girl took the paper, her heart pounding. "But sir, how will I recognize her?"

"That's easy." Zaire took out his phone, opened the photo album, and showed her a picture. "It's her."

The flower girl's eyelashes fluttered lightly when she saw the photo on the phone.

"Mr. Jose, we should go," the assistant reminded.

Zaire closed the notebook, stood up, straightened his jacket a bit, and extended his hand to the flower girl. "Please make sure to deliver it."

The flower girl was stunned for a moment, then she carefully extended her hand and lightly shook Zaire's clean, slender hand.

Zaire let go of her hand and glanced once more towards the airport entrance. People were coming and going, but he still didn't see the person he wanted to see.

The assistant called, "Mr. Jose."

Zaire withdrew his gaze. "Let's go."

Zaire turned to leave, while the flower girl stood there, holding the paper in one hand and the thousand dollars in the other, feeling like her heart had floated away.

Twenty minutes later.

Miley showed up at the entrance. She was tall and immediately caught everyone's eye.

Miley scanned the area and finally locked eyes on the flower girl chilling on a bench nearby.

She walked over. "Brenda?"

Brenda Harper looked up at the sound of her name and quickly stood up when she saw Miley. "Miley."

Miley's eyes flicked to the cart of flowers. "Still got some left?"

Brenda shook her head, her eyes darting around, and she clutched the paper tighter. "Yeah, a few."

"Let me give you a hand." Miley said, reaching out to push the flower cart and moving to the side to sell.

Brenda stood there, watching Miley's back. For some reason, when she sold flowers, she always felt like people were looking at her with disdain and contempt, making her feel ashamed and unable to lift her head. But Miley could push the flower cart and walk confidently among the crowd.

Miley's voice was sweet, and her demeanor was charming. After making a round, she had already sold most of the flowers.

Brenda reached into her pocket, squeezed the thousand dollars, and turned to toss the paper into the trash can.

On the way back, Miley found a seat on the bus and closed her eyes to rest.

Brenda kept her gaze on Miley, thinking she was really beautiful.

Miley not only had a beautiful face but also a perfect profile, with soft curves and well-defined features, almost like a movie star.

And as for herself, because she had been working in the flower fields for years, her skin wasn't great, and her looks were pretty average. She was the type that would get lost in a crowd.

Miley suddenly opened her eyes. "Brenda."

Brenda was confused, "Yeah?"

"Why do you keep staring at me? What's up?" Miley asked Brenda with a smile.

Brenda bit her lip. "Miley, how are you so beautiful?"

Miley was taken aback, then burst into laughter. "You just noticed my beauty?"

Brenda shook her head seriously. "I've always known you're beautiful. In our family, you've always been the prettiest."

Miley was in a good mood after Brenda's compliment, and the frustration from being teased faded a lot. She tilted her head slightly, resting her elbow on the window. Her unpainted lips showing a faint pink color, curving up in a charming arc. Miley said, "Keep talking. I love hearing it."

Brenda was speechless.

The bus soon entered the suburbs, weaving through the flower fields along the country road, with a gentle breeze blowing in from the window. They felt particularly pleasant.

Miley squinted her eyes slightly, enjoying the warm breeze filled with the scent of flowers, and the gloom in her heart was gradually dissipating.

Brenda's voice came from beside her. "Miley."

Miley didn't turn her head, just responded, "Yeah?"

Brenda asked, "How can I be like you?"

Miley turned to look at Brenda, who was a bit embarrassed and lowered her head, showing a bit of awkwardness.

Miley smiled slightly. "Our Brenda has finally grown up and knows how to appreciate beauty?"

Brenda was embarrassed. "I'm just envious of you. Miley, can you teach me?"

Miley pondered for a moment, hesitating. "I can teach you, but I'm afraid your mom will find out and scold you for not behaving."

After all, back home, Miley had always been the bad example!

Brenda shook her head. "I'll learn secretly, so she won't find out."

"But..." Miley was still hesitant.

Brenda, afraid that Miley wouldn't agree, quickly took out the money from her pocket and stuffed it all into her hand. "Miley, take all of this. You must teach me. I want to be beautiful!"

When Miley looked at the thousand dollars in her hand, she was stunned. She asked, "Where did you get all this money?"