Chapter 205


    As they approached the peach blossom forest, a gentle breeze whisked thousands of pink petals off


    the branches, showering over people, each carrying a whisper of fragrance. It was as if they had


    wandered into a heavenly scene, which was breathtakingly beautiful.


    Xanthea reached out to catch a falling petal, “Orion, why are there so many peach trees here? Did you


    have them nted?”


    “No,” replied Orion, “This area used to be a natural scenic reserve full of all sorts of flora. Butter, for


    land auction purposes, the environmental authority had most of them cut down, leaving only this fringe


    of peach woods.”


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    “Did it happen?”


    His voice was low, almost a whisper. Xanthea didn’t hear clearly at first. It took her a while to


    understand, and then sheughed, “How could it? That was such an extravagant, childish fantasy. Not


    even TV dramas would film it. It was just a kid’s silly dream.”


    At Horizon Ventures Ltd., in the Cherry Zone.


    “Could the golf club in Mr. Nightshade’s hands be the legendary Simon West wooden metal head


    putter?” one asked.


    “That’s the treasure of Horizon Ventures Ltd. I heard it’s now worth around 30 to 40 million dors!”


    “It’s truly a sight to behold. To witness a guest y with such an expensive club in our lifetime, we are


    grateful to the young master for this opportunity.”


    Several caddies surrounded Samuel, all singing his praises.


    Samuel looked at several balls go into the holes in session, ying with the club in his hand with


    pleasure. Crafted personally by Simon, it was unique and almost divinely helpful in y.


    It was too good an opportunity not to show off.


    He snapped a photo, posted it on Facebook, and tagged Xanthea in his regr manner, and for once


    set the viewing permissions to allow sharing by everyone.


    “Ding-


    eup room.


    At the seventh floor of Starlight Media, in the makeup


    Isabe was sitting with her eyes closed, quietly cooperating with her makeup artist when her “specific


    friends” notification suddenly rang.


    She picked up her phone in confusion, and upon clicking into Facebook and seeing that special


    noteication, she jumped up excitedly, her eyes filled with disbelief.


    “It’s him!”


    “It really is him!!”


    The makeup artist, startled by her sudden movement, identally smudged her lipstick. “Isabe,


    what’s wrong? What happened?”


    “His Facebook is open to me, does that mean something? It must mean something, right?”


    Clutching her phone, Isabe paced back and forth in the makeup room, too excited to speak


    coherently.


    A year ago, she had added him through a work acquaintance, sent him many polite greetings, but


    never got a response. All her messages went unanswered, and on Facebook, she was blocked the


    moment she was added as a friend.


    This was the first post she had seen from him in over three hundred days. Was it deliberately posted


    for her to see?


    After all her hard work, standing on ever greater stages, she had finally caught his attention!


    “Wendy, tell Jason to cancel today’s cosmetics ad event. I have some personal matters to attend to.”