Satisfied? Whether Bob is satisfied or not is no longer important. Her abilities have been proven before everyone's eyes. The original design, which took over a month to create, was revamped by Miranda in just half an hour, including reverse engineering the original data. The total salaries of over a hundred people in a month couldn’t compare to the value she generated in half an hour. Who could still question her high salary? Amy was even more excited than Miranda, starting the applause. Gradually, a few more joined in, and soon the entire room, except for Bob, was filled with thunderous applause. Adam clapped along, his face glowing with pride. Look at this—he chose the right person. He may have offered a high salary, but she was worth it! No one dared to utter another word of doubt! “Miranda, you’re amazing! You’re my goddess now!” Amy exclaimed, jumping up to hug her. Miranda laughed and gently freed herself from Amy's embrace. “My dear assistant, could you please make me a cup of tea?” “No problem!” Amy dashed off to the pantry. Adam composed himself, feeling grateful. “Miranda, I’m really thankful you chose our company. If you had gone to any of our competitors, Stardream would be in danger.” “You’re being too kind, Adam. I chose Stardream, so I’ll work hard for it.” “Alright, to celebrate your welcome, I’m throwing a party tonight. Everyone’s invited! I’ll cover all the costs!” In this cold weather, a party sounded perfect. Who wouldn’t want to go if the boss was paying? But Miranda wasn’t fond of noisy gatherings; she preferred to video chat with her uncle back at the dorm. “Sorry, boss, I already have plans tonight.” “Oh? Plans? If I may ask, is it a boyfriend?”“No…” Knock, knock— Amy stood outside the glass door, her eyes sparkling. “Miranda, you have a delivery!” “Delivery?” Another package at the office? “Just put it on my desk,” she said. But Amy rushed in, followed by several young men holding huge bouquets. “Miranda, this is from Mr. Jackson Parker. A total of ninety-nine bouquets, each with ninety-nine roses. Please sign for them.” The meeting room was filled with the sweet fragrance of roses. Everyone was stunned by the scene. Ninety-nine bouquets, that were nearly ten thousand roses… Women squealed with excitement, while men looked on in shock. This was quite a display. Miranda froze, unsure whether to sign or not. “Mr. Parker?” Adam, closest to her, chuckled. “Miranda, is Mr. Parker your boyfriend?” Miranda shook her head. “Um… not really…” “Then he must be a suitor. Quite a generous man, I see. I hope his company isn’t in construction, or I’d worry about losing my employees.” Miranda smiled wryly. “No need to worry; he’s in the auto industry, nothing to do with construction.” “Then I’m relieved,” Adam said, grinning. “Well, since you have plans tonight, we’ll reschedule the welcome party. The workday is over; don’t let me interrupt your romantic evening. Oh, and those flowers… better take care of them, alright?” Miranda forced a laugh and nodded. Internally, she was scolding Jackson Parker repeatedly.What was he thinking, sending so many flowers to her workplace? Good thing she had proven her skills today; otherwise, Bob would definitely say she got her position through connections. “These flowers are gorgeous! Can I take a few?” a female colleague whispered. Miranda smiled and nodded. “Of course! If anyone likes them, feel free to take some.” Cheers erupted as women began to grab roses. No woman could resist roses; that was an eternal truth. Even someone as experienced as Miranda was captivated by the vibrant blooms. Just then, her phone rang. She didn’t need to guess who it was. “Hello?” “Did you get the flowers?” Jackson’s voice was lazy, a hint of teasing in his tone. “Did it touch you?” Miranda held the phone, stepping out of the meeting room and heading to her office. “I did, thank you. I really like them.” “As long as you like it! From now on, I’ll send you a thousand roses every day!” “No, no! Please don’t! I’m not worried about your money; I really want to keep a low profile. Today’s display is already too eye-catching. I don’t want to be the target of jealousy.” Jackson chuckled mischievously. “Let them be jealous! If they want roses, let their men buy them! Are you done for the day?” “Yeah, just getting ready to leave.” “I’m downstairs waiting for you. Come down!” “Okay.” Miranda returned to her office to gather her things, then hurried to the elevator. London had snow today, a thin layer covering the ground and rooftops, creating a fairy-tale atmosphere. Jackson stood with his back to her, wearing a black coat over a dark gray puffer jacket.“Jackson!” she called out. He turned, holding a bouquet of bright red roses. “Miranda, be my girlfriend.”