Chapter 112

Isaac studied the courier and saw the large bouquet of roses he was holding. Who were those meant for? Irene Spencer? At the same time, Irene was craning her head from her bed in curiosity. "Who is it?" The courier could feel the chilling presence Isaac was projecting, and gingerly replied, "Are you Ms. Spencer? I'm from City Express, and I will need your signature for your parcel." "Who's the parcel from?" Irene asked. "A Mr. Gooding, ma'am," he replied. Irene promptly turned toward Isaac, and noticed his jaw clenching—she was just looking from a particular angle, but could still sense the displeasure he felt. She could tell that Isaac guessed that it was Harvey, who deliberately sent it even though it would incur Isaac's wrath. Meanwhile, the courier quickly sidestepped Isaac and squeezed his way in, passing her the receipt to be signed before handing her the bouquet of ninety-nine roses. "Thank you." Irene smiled in return as he quickly left the room, feeling as if this wa