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"We met somewhere, didn't we?”

"…a week ago, you bought a bouquet of flowers from my store late at night.”

Isaac answered in a minor way. Felix's deep gaze was as sharp as looking through the inside. But soon, he turned away, muttering, "That's true." Isaac, who was released from his grip on his chin, rubbed his tingling jaw.

"Make a bouquet again today.”

To Isaac, who was still standing there like a monk, Felix ordered without turning his head. My hand that I was rubbing my chin stopped.

"Is that the end of the question…?"

"But."

Isaac was rather embarrassed by the expression of raising his eyes slightly while answering briefly. Felix's languid voice continued, perhaps even noticing such feelings.

"Tony, standing over there, he was bragging. I think you know me. He's usually incredibly aware of what I don't feel."

“…….”

"So I took a test."

Was it simply because of the bet that he asked harshly if he knew himself? You're just trying to get the answer to the question, and you'really? The more I thought about it, the more ridiculous it was. However, he could not be angry at Felix Felice, who is more notorious than most mafias.

"I apologize if the method was too aggressive. It's rare for an ordinary person to know me."

"Did you think I was the FBI or the CIA?”

"Maybe it's another kind. You're a florist and you can't make a bouquet of flowers dirty.”

I doubt it. Felix, who casually spat out rude words, looked Isaac from head to toe with a thick look. Isaac, who silently received his rude look as much as his tone, asked a sigh.

"So, what's your conclusion? Do you think I was the one who chased you under the guise of a florist?"

"I don't know that."

It was a very easy answer. The way he shrugged and shook his shoulders was natural.