Chapter 25 Best Friend Discovered Fiorello's True Identity
Dulcinea teased, "Maggie, you really don't pay much attention to your husband. By the way, he wasn't upset about what happened at the reunion, was he?"
After Maggie left the reunion, Dulcinea had quickly followed suit.
"No," said Maggie. "It takes a lot to get an emotional reaction out of him."
As the time went by, Maggie was gradually understanding him more.
"Samwise was pretty aggressive, but let's just turn the page on that one," Dulcinea proposed.
She had once thought of setting the two up, but now that Maggie was married, it would be inappropriate to continue.
"Dulce, why don't you go find your friend, and I can just sit somewhere by myself?" Maggie was not fond of such social gatherings.
"Sure, you find a spot to sit down, and I'll go say hi to my friend. If you're feeling uncomfortable, we can both leave together."
"Alright." Maggie found a quiet corner to settle down. The service was impeccable. As soon as she took a seat, a waiter brought over a selection of drinks for her to choose from.
Maggie asked for a glass of tap water, unsure whether the drinks were free or if she would end up footing an exorbitant bill in such a high-end place.
Maggie sat by a window with a view of the lush, green golf course outside, where a group of wealthy heirs were competing in a golf match.
Those lifestyles seemed worlds away from her own.
Resting her sights elsewhere, Maggie took out her phone and texted Fiorello.
Maggie: [Have you eaten?]
She was worried that Fiorello, engrossed in work at home, might have forgotten to grab a meal.
Fiorello was a programmer in an R&D department. His job was intense and not only mentally taxing but also a surefire way to lose hair. Maggie pictured him going bald, and the thought was oddly jarring.
Little did she know, Fiorello was just a few hundred meters away, on the second floor of the clubhouse. He had been dragged out to play by a friend, but word had spread, and a host of high society women and heiresses had shown up, giving Fiorello quite the headache.
Upon hearing his phone ping with Maggie's message, Fiorello's previously stoic face softened considerably.
His friend, Benjamin Parker, heir to a prominent financial dynasty, strolled over, teasing, "Which lovely lady sent a message to put that spring in your step?"
Benjamin and Fiorello had known each other for years.
Without much ado, Fiorello sent a quick reply.
Fiorello: [Yes.]
He pocketed his phone, turning to Benjamin to say, "Let's play another round. I have to leave early in the afternoon."
Maggie was due to start her shift at five, and he needed to head back.
"I rarely come back from overseas, and now you're leaving this early. That really kills the mood. Let's grab a drink tonight, whatever you have can be postponed," Benjamin insisted, revealing he had already booked a spot for the evening's drinks.
"It can't be," Fiorello responded, clapping Benjamin on the shoulder. "We'll catch up some other time."
Benjamin was taken aback. Fiorello had never been one to shy away from a social engagement.
Now even more curious, especially recalling Fiorello's expression when he checked his phone, Benjamin inquired, "Was it a beautiful woman who invited you?"
Fiorello nodded.
Benjamin was speechless.
"Wonders will never cease," Benjamin said excitedly. "Which heiress is it? Do I know her?"
"You don't know her. I'll introduce you when there's a chance," Fiorello replied in a deep voice.
Benjamin Parker looked at him for a long time and sighed, "You sure are choosing love over friendship."
True to his word, Fiorello only played one last game of pool. After finishing, he headed out.
At every exit, girls were squatting in wait, hoping for a chance encounter with Fiorello.
With no other choice and wanting to escape quickly, Fiorello had his bodyguards clear the way for him.
Meanwhile, Dulcinea was bidding farewell to a friend when she suddenly heard a commotion up ahead.
"The CEO of Visionary Futures Group is coming down."
A girl screamed excitedly.
Many of the girls started moving towards the noise, and Dulcinea's friend also hastened forward.
Out of curiosity, Dulcinea also walked forward and, about ten meters away, she saw Fiorello, surrounded by bodyguards, stepping out of the elevator.
Standing on her toes, Dulcinea caught sight of Fiorello in the crowd, and was quite surprised.
Considering that Fiorello worked for the Visionary Futures Group, it made sense for him to be there if the CEO of Visionary Futures Group was present.
She didn’t immediately think that Fiorello himself was the CEO of Visionary Futures Group and asked her friend, "Where’s the CEO of Visionary Futures Group?"
Her friend responded, "That guy in the white T-shirt is Fiorello Flores, the CEO of Visionary Futures Group."
"What? Fiorello Flores?" Dulcinea exclaimed in shock.
She suddenly remembered why the name Fiorello Flores sounded familiar. She had heard it from her friends before.
Dulcinea came from an average background but, due to her sociable nature and owning a beauty salon, she had a few friends from high society.
Fiorello was the CEO of Visionary Futures Group? Dulcinea could hardly believe it, and she had to confirm with her friend once again. By the time she looked again, Fiorello had already left, surrounded by his bodyguards. Due to the crowd, Fiorello had left in a hurry and hadn't noticed Dulcinea among the people.
Once the crowd had dispersed, Dulcinea finally snapped back to reality, gave her friend a quick wave, and rushed off to find Maggie.
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