Sir Ares, Goodnight

Chapter 280

Jay extended his hand and Grayson promptly passed him the phone.

Jay said coldly, "Didn't you want the newest Maybach? Help me get Rose back and I'll give you one."

John was surprised. "Jay, are you sure that you want t o remarry Rose? Hey, I'll be a good fourth uncle and remind you of this. With your qualifications, you should have your eyes on the entire world instead of hanging yourself onto the neck of one tree, alright?"

"Cut the cr*p,” Jay ordered.

Seeing how he would get the newest Maybach after this, John decided to put up with his little nephew's rudeness. "Don't be impatient. Let me break it down for you. Firstly, Rose doesn’t care about money. We can tell that from when Baby Robbie rejected the generous rewards from his great-grandpa. She's a poor, foolish woman who only has her backbone left."

Jay said angrily, "John Ares, watch your words."

"Yo, no way. Jay, you used to wish that we'd all help to drown her to death by spitting on her, and now you get angry when we use slightly less respectful words when talking about her? You’re not getting attached to her, are you?" John said teasingly.

"Alright, she's not foolish, she just loves you too much. Without even accepting a penny from the Ares family,

she gave birth to your children and helped to raise them. This can only mean that she loves you deeply." John’s tone began to sour.

"Look at you, with your high intelligence, good figure, and gorgeous looks. God has already been so kind to you, then he rewards you with such a flawless and pure love. I'm so jealous that I'm turning

green."

This time, Jay did not interrupt John in his ramblings. Instead, he got caught up in self-reflection.

Why could John always tell that Rose liked him, but h e could not see it himself?

When she fought with him and tried her best to roast him, he always thought that was her true self.

It turned out it was not. NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

She was just desperately trying to cover up her affection toward him because she was afraid that he would use her love to trample on her dignity.

"For women like Rose who live to love, you need to get back into her good books. Giving flowers is cheesy, but they work. If the flowers don’t get you back into her good graces, then jewelry. Especially custom-made jewelry as those will move her to tears for sure. These two are the best weapons for pursuing a lady." 1

Jay got the point and hung up the phone unceremoniously.

Then, he looked at Grayson. "You know what to do next, right?"

Grayson said, "I'll call and place the orders for roses now, Mr. Ares."

However, Jay looked out of the car window. "Take me t o the flower market.”

An image of the cool, haughty Mr. Ares standing amid a hundred flowers and his looks bringing them all to shame immediately surfaced in Graysons’ mind.

"Yes, Sir." He turned the car and drove toward the flower market.

Imperial Capital's largest flower market was at East Fourth Ring. It was very crowded on weekends. As soon as Grayson drove into the area, he got stuck in traffic and was unable to get in or out.

Bit by bit, the car inched forward until it was finally able to reach where the roses were.

Getting out of the car, Jay paid no attention to the stares from the passersby as he stood coolly in front of the sea of flowers. He said to the owner, "I'll take all the roses here."

Grayson was parking the car and had just walked over when he heard the foolish words uttered only by the rich leave Mr. Ares’ mouth.

"Mr. Ares, there are numerical etiquettes for giving flowers. Besides, some of these flowers are wilted." What he was implying was that there was no need to take all flowers.

Jay gave him a sharp look that said Do you think I'm a fool?'. Grayson shrunk backward.

"Boss, for today, pick out your best 9,999 roses and wrap them into the shape of two hearts. From today onward, I'll order roses, and you'll deliver them to the specified address," Jay said in one breath.

This was a long-term business deal. The owner agreed immediately. "Sir, I’ll pick the flowers immediately."

Grayson thought, 'Who said that Mr. Ares has low emotional intelligence?’