All eyes in the private room fell on Isla Prescott.
"First flowers, and now a gift? Ms. Prescott's love life is really blossoming!" said Candy.
"Well, what do you expect? Ms. Prescott is gorgeous. I'm a straight woman, and even I want to kiss that face."
Teasing her, they went over to help Isla Prescott with the gift bag.
Isla Prescott didn't want to accept something from an unknown source. She looked at the staff member and asked cautiously, "Which gentleman is it from?"
"I'm not sure. The gentleman didn't leave a name. He just said that Miss Prescott would know who it was from once I delivered it."
"Then it must be someone Ms. Prescott knows."
"Hurry up and open it!"
Under everyone's curious gazes, Isla Prescott took the box out of the bag.
The box was made of black walnut wood, its design vintage and exquisite. Even without a gift inside, the box itself could have been the "gift."
