Ronan's Worth

Renna widened her eyes and without any hesitation she blurted out cheerfully. Her eyes were still darted onto the man in front of her.

Her lips turned into O shaped mouth as Renna Amaryllis leaned towards Ronan and pretended to get astonished.

"Woo...whoa! Now I know,"

Renna clenched her right fist and slammed it on her other hand, the perfect expression of 'ordinary female fan'.

"You come on the headlines, right? Ah! Yeah, I'm not able to recall your name."

Yes. It was true, Renna used to watch headlines about Ronan Ross. The man had been ruling the business world since years and had remained on the top of the charts.

"Oh yes!"

Renna immediately jumped in her own place, as if the young heiress had gotten the answer to the query.

"You are THE great Ronan Ross! Am I right?"

The lady chirped loudly drawing the attention of other workers around.

Ronan chuckled softly at the remark which came from Renna's mouth. Not exaggerated though.

"Yes, yes. THAT Ronan Ross. You sure have a wonderful memory."

He intentionally mimicked her and placed the emphasis to show his worth, while other workers were off to lunch time. Of course, Renna Amaryllis had a prior knowledge that her husband should be coming any soon. The lord loved how she diverted his attention from the past memory.

'Ah! She is just an ordinary girl but yes, there is something special about her.'

The Lord's inner monologue began again, of course Ronan was still stuck in between two theories.

Despite being sharp and having exceptionally good silver cells, he was still unable to comprehend a conclusion regarding the woman in front of her, Renna Amaryllis.

"So, Miss?"

The man deliberately paused for a moment to get Renna's name, though the lord was already aware of her background.

Niall had filled him in with the necessary information about Renna Amaryllis, which was obviously self made.

Farce in every word, no doubt.

"Miss Renna, Renna Amaryllis."

The lady smile genuinely at him while stating her name although she wished to smack his head and scoff.

'Huh, as if you had not run a thorough investigation on me!'

But then again she could do whatever she had wanted inwardly and that was what the lady did.

"I guess you must be French, right?"

Ronan Ross pointed out a finger towards her, a perfect gesture to manifest 'It was just my guess and I got it correct.'

"Yes! Oh my goodness how did you guess it right away?"

The lady had put every oscar winning actress to shame once again, no one could say that Renna was pretending to be shocked.

"Haha, your accent, my lady."

Ronan placed his right hand on the heart and bowed a little in a princely manner. Sure enough, he had a sugar tongue and a way to get along women.

'Huh? Flirting with me even after knowing that you are talking to a lethal weapon!'

Renna remarked inwardly soon after Ronan's comment.

"So, dear miss Renna would you mind giving me a tour of the flower shop?"

The lord had acknowledged that he needed to spend more time with the lady to get under her cover.

Well, not that 'getting under the cover'. It requires patience of days.

"Yes sure, sir. It would be my honour to have you in our small heaven of fragrance. I would feel myself in the ninth sky to treat such a celebrity!"

Renna knew that flattery always works but of course the mighty mafia king was insulated to such words. But still it was a trait for normal people, especially workers and their patrons.

"You are exaggerating my worth, miss. And now I want you to select the flowers for me. Some beautiful and symbolic ones for love and adoration."

Ronan Ross placed his request as both wwre ready to execute their own plans. They both were playing tricks on each other, one was determined to aim for head and other was persistent to uncover the identity.

'Hah! You got it right Ronan, your worth is not that much. You need to be eradicated like a plague, but remembered as a horrible death!'

The witty heiress smiled at him.

"My honour, sire!"