Ryley stood holding the door with his brows furrowed, but then immediately corrected his expression.
"Ah, thank you... May I know who the sender is?" The blond asked with a smile.
A beautiful white bouquet of chamomile and a box of the same color were then handed to him, after which the female receptionist rummaged through her coat's pocket.
She pulled out a small card and read the name before passing it to the handsome model.
"These are from... Mr. Jason Miller."
The model stretched his eyebrows in surprise, his grip onto the flower bucket unconsciously tightened, mouth instantly felt bitter upon hearing the name.
Anger flared up inside his heart like a wild fire but he managed to suppress it fast, simply because he couldn't let anyone smell anything gossip-worthy that would make them dig into his life further.
The outrage from the last drugging incident might've died down, but Ryley dared not be so confident about his rivals in the industry.