Chapter 300 Isn't It Just Sending Flowers?

• With just over ten minutes left until the end of the workday, Brenda Fowls' mind was no longer focused on her job. Every now and then, her gaze would drift towards the bouquet of roses on the side, filled with gossip and curiosity.
• Unable to bear Brenda Fowls' gaze, Cynthia White sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Nan Nan, I'm just as clueless as you are. I have no idea who sent these flowers."
• Brenda Fowls drooped her head in disappointment and silently shook it. Of course, she knew Cynthia White didn't know. She had already ruled out the two "suspects," but now she was even more confused.