If Christopher had not brought her here, Be would have never known about the vast rose garden on


    the southern outskirts of Savrow. The Iverson family did not own this ce. This was Christopher’s


    private property, where only Damascus roses were cultivated in this hundred-acre field.


    Under the vividly colored sunset, the lush greenery and vibrant pink roses seemed to drip with charm.


    The fully blooming garden captured Be’s gaze, providing a moment of rxation. Couples leisurely


    strolled and took photos, while even some inte celebrities conducted live broadcasts. This beautiful


    scene relieved Be, whose mind and body had been tense from work for many days.


    The remarkable sight of the outstanding couple attracted envious looks from onlookers. It was evident


    that they appeared to be a perfectly matched couple, almost as if a higher power had blessed them.


    Be bent down. Her slender and graceful hands gently lifted a rose as if caressing a lover’s cheek.


    She yfully crinkled her small, dainty nose closer to inhale the fragrance with an intoxicated


    expression.


    Christopher’s eyes deepened, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly. “Be-a name that befits its


    owner. Charming and graceful, even more so than these flowers.”


    Be giggled. “I know I’m beautiful, but thanks for yourpliment, Mr. Iverson.’


    Christopher approached her, his eyes sparkling with eager anticipation. “If I were to call you Be like


    when we were young, would you call me Chris, just like before?”


    Be’s eyshes fluttered. Her back was turned to him. She felt awkward that he still held onto the


    same feelings from their childhood, while she had distanced herself entirely from that past. To her,


    Christopher Iverson was practically a stranger now.


    After contemting, she said politely, “It’s possible, once we get to know each other better.”


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    “I believe we will get close to each other again, just like when we were kids. I’ll be waiting for you.”


    Christopher’s eyes zed with determination as he enunciated each word.


    Be sensed that the conversation was awkward and decided to shift it. With a serious tone, she


    inquired, “Mr. Iverson, what is the annual rose production in this field? What are the costs of cultivating


    these roses? Do you currently have any exclusive contracts with corporate groups?”


    With a lightugh, Christopher adjusted his sses and asked, “Ms. Thompson, are you interested in


    discussing a partnership with me?”


    “Honestly, I do have that idea,” Be admitted. As soon as she entered, golden business opportunities


    flooded her thoughts. Since her return to KS Group, she has nned to expand into the cosmetics


    market, developing makeup and skincare products with a rose theme. However, Wyatt had instructed


    her to strengthen and grow KS World Hotel first, limiting her time and energy for this venture.


    Be’s determination red up again the moment she entered the rose garden.


    “The Damask Rose, scientifically known as Rosa Damascena, has deep roots in ancient Greek


    mythology. It symbolizes the beauty of the love goddess, Aphrodite, and the vegetation deity, Adonis.


    It’s a profound emblem of love and beauty, exuding an exceptionally romantic essence.”


    Be shared, her eyes bright with enthusiasm. “The essential oil of Damask Rose is precious, with


    effects that can simultaneously impact both the body and the soul. The price of air-flown roses is high,


    and very few estates cultivate this type of rose domestically.”


    Christopher gazed at her deeply, his handsome face adorned with a gentle smile.


    He had focused little on the business insights she was sharing. Over the past two years, many have


    coveted his rose field, yet he has never given it serious consideration. This sea of flowers, akin to a


    lively Gatsby party, was arranged solely for Be.


    Noticing that Christopher looked at her silently without an immediate response, Be mistakenly


    believed he was in deep contemtion. Sheughed heartily and said, “I understand my proposal is


    abrupt. Moreover, my project is not a small one. Mr. Iverson, please take your time to consider. I’m not


    in a hurry.”


    Outside the Rose Manor, Steven stood in the fading sunlight. His thoughts were in disarray as he


    gazed at the vast sea of roses. He was well aware of the close rtionship between the Iversons and


    the Thompsons, especially the strong bond between Chairman Iverson and Chairman Thompson.


    He thought, ‘While Christopher was clear about his intentions towards Ms. Be, she had always been


    distant from the opposite sex. For example, she cut Ryan off mercilessly. However, with Mr. Iverson,


    she seemed less resistant and willing to entertain him.’


    Of course, the fact that he had intervened and saved her from the knife attack yed a role. However,


    Steven could not shake the feeling that Be was particrly epting of Christopher.