Chapter 899


    “That’s right. Would we need to mess around here if we were that good at it?”


    “Forget it. There’s no point exining too much. She just runs a bar and probably doesn’t have any


    understanding of something as sophisticated as floral art.”


    Thatst part was the straw that broke the camel’s back.


    Floral arrangement is the mark of sophistication?


    Should that be the case, would someone like her, who cuts a stalk or two from her garden at home to


    fiddle with out of boredom, not be immersed in acts of sophistication day in, day out?


    Sabrina found thement terribly absurd.


    She scrutinized all the scornful looks from those around her, including that of Shanae. Shanae’s gaze


    was especially vile, as though she thought Sabrina was pathetic.


    Me? Pathetic?


    Sabrina bent down and gathered a few stalks of roses. She trimmed them up to their peduncles and then


    gently massaged the flower buds.


    All those around her were astonished to see the closed buds starting to open up.


    That was not all. After she was done with that step, she got someone from the bar to fetch her some


    steel wires.


    The steel support was threaded through the peduncles and then maneuvered in such a way that


    fastened the flowers together. By doing so, she had created a cluster of blossoms that seemingly came


    straight from the gardens themselves. The crowd before her gawked.


    This… This is simply incredible!


    They had been painstakingly stringing the flowers, one by one, before grouping them together on the


    wall to form an ocean of blossoms. On the other hand, the proprietress of this bar managed to create the


    same effect with much less effort.


    “This… is akin to the floral art from Thymion. This is no longer floral arrangement but a work of artisanal


    proficiency.”


    “Really?” Someone who knew a thing or two about the topic eximed when she saw this bouquet.


    Everyone was in a state of stunned disbelief.


    Shanae, too, looked thoroughly embarrassed when she saw that bouquet for herself.


    How could this bar operator know how to do this?


    ording to what she heard, floral art from Thymion was much more arduous than the floral


    arrangement practiced locally. Only the wealthiest folks had the means tomission such works.


    This woman knows how to do it. What does this imply?


    Shanae then withdrew her own surprised gaze as resentment took over.


    Conversely, Sabrina demonstrated magnanimity by introducing these yokels to a truly skilled floral


    arrangement. With a wave of her hand, she gestured to her staff to follow suit.


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    After ten minutes or so, the work was close topletion and Sabrina was ready to leave.


    “Let’s have lunch, Sasha. Let’s go!” She beckoned to Sasha once again.


    At this moment, a towering man decked out in an olive green military outfit suddenly showed up outside


    the bar’s entrance. Upon entering the premises, his keen eyes casually swept across the interior and


    landed on her.


    “Sabrina?”


    “Huh?” Sabrina, who was still barking out instructions, immediately turned around.


    “Devin? You’re back!”


    Letting out a cry of exhration, she stopped short of jumping for joy when she saw the handsome man


    coming toward her.


    Devin acknowledged her with a nod. “Yeah. I was just passing through the area. What are you doing?


    Have you eaten yet?”


    He seemed to be a little evasive—or perhaps his behavior could be better described as not as


    forting as he had been before.


    Not that Sabrina cared that much about the details, though. She was already over the moon when she


    learned that the man came by to ask her to dine together.


    “Come on out, Sasha. Devin’s here to join us for lunch.” She raised her voice even louder.


    Sasha did not hear her holler, however. Instead, Sabrina’s words caught the attention of Shanae who


    was being cheered on by the riotous masses to cut that three-tiered cake in the middle of the bar’s dance


    floor.


    Devin?


    She wondered if she heard it correctly. Why would anyone be calling that name here?


    When she lifted her eyes, she chanced upon the unexpected sight of a bodacious woman throwing


    herself into the arms of a statuesque man near the bar counter.


    Actually, Sabrina was merely grasping Devin’s arm; she was not throwing herself into his embrace, per


    se.


    That, however, was enough to infuriate Shanae, because thetter hade to recognize the tall and


    dashing man to be the very guy who she mored for. Devin, the son of the Jadesons!


    What is he doing here and what’s the deal with that woman? Isn’t she the owner of this bar? Why is she


    being so chummy with him?


    Shanae’s pretty face stiffened. No longer in the mood to cut the cake, she chucked the stic knife


    aside, lifted the hem of her dress, and stormed over.


    Tension filled the entire room. Even Finn, who was on one knee with a blue box in his hands, looked


    bewildered.


    Oblivious to what was transpiring on the dance floor, Sabrina continued to cling onto the man’s arm.


    “Where shall we goter?”


    “Let go of me first!”


    “What cuisine should we go for? Andurn or Chanaean? I heard that there’s a Chartreuse Heritage


    Kitchen here with an exceptional menu. Why don’t we head over there and try it out?”


    Sabrina paid no heed to the man’s struggle.