"Are you sure he didn't leave his name?"

"No, he didn't. You can check the card, maybe you'd find out who sent them." He took out the receipt and handed it to her.

The delivery man left after Erica signed her name. She stood dazed by the car with the roses in her arms and picked up the card that sat on top of the flowers.

It read, "Wish you happiness every day."

Erica's bodyguard who escorted her to school was assigned by Matthew.

While she was wondering who sent her the red roses, the bodyguard had sneakily sent Matthew a message.

Matthew was already boarding the plane. When he saw the message, he slowed down his pace and started typing, "What flowers?"

“A bunch of red roses," the bodyguard replied. Matthew's face darkened.

"Check who sent the flowers to my wife this morning." He gave the order to Owen, his voice sounded serious.

“Right away, Matthew." Owen wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. He admired how this person dared to be so blatant to even send flowers to

Erica when she was now Mrs. Hilton.

In just a few minutes, Owen found out who got Erica the flowers—it was none other than Watkins.

Matthew sneered and said, “Call his father and remind him to keep an eye on his son, or else, I'll be taking action."

"Yes, Matthew!"

Owen knew it very well that if Matthew ever decided to teach someone a lesson, that person would suffer quite a Lot.

The next day, Erica received another bunch of blooming red roses. She couldn't take them with her to class, so she had to place them in the villa first. When she got back from her classes in the evening, she took them one by one and put them in vases and planted some of them in the garden.

The flowers looked so beautiful that she didn't care if they lived or not.

Two days later, as soon as Erica received the roses sent to her that day, she went to the garden to replace the withered ones. While she took them out one by one, she saw Matthew hurriedly walking towards her, with Owen following closely behind him.

She was stunned for a while and then carried on with what she was doing.

Matthew stood beside her and stared at the roses she was holding.

“Owen.”

“Yes, Matthew."

Owen went straight to Erica and picked up all the flowers she still hadn't planted.

Erica dropped the roses in her hands, stood up, and turned to Owen.

“Hey! What are you doing?"