Meanwhile…
Patricia was still frowning in the reception area outside Penny's office. It hadn't occurred to her until now that all those delivery packages were coming from the same sender.
When she received her first package, she had rushed home to thank her father. He seemed pleased by her sweetness and told her she "deserved it."
But she realized something was off when Mr. Miller mentioned the perfume he bought for her—not the bag she had received.
Still, Patricia didn't dwell on it too much.
She simply assumed there had been a mix-up.
Who would've thought how wrong she was?
Still frowning deeply, Patricia turned to the side, her eyes instantly landing on Mark in his usual spot.
"Hey," she called. "Don't you also get delivery packages nowadays?"
Mark slowly lifted his gaze to her and replied coldly, "No."
"At least there are two of us," she muttered. "Should I call Father and ask for an explanation?"
