11 Not Your Average Playboy (2/2)

The shop owner shook her head. ”Is he famous or something?”

The blonde gasped and the brunette placed her hand on the wrapping paper to stop Lyra from working.

”Don't tell me you haven't at least heard of Kurtis Wellington.”

[They sound like Angela now…]

Seeing the clueless look on their florist's face, they both took a seat and began explaining while they waited for their order.

Apparently, Kurtis wasn't just an average wealthy, car-loving, playboy hunk. He was also a few many other things but limiting it down to most impressive. One being that he was a pro NASCAR racer, two-time champion and fan favorite. And second, he was the sole heir to the Wellington Empire!

As under-informed one may be of celebrities and news, the Wellington name must still ring a bell. Lyra just didn't expect Kurtis to be from THAT Wellington group.

The Wellington Empire was a private investment group that boasted a diverse portfolio ranging from real estates, software development, natural resources, etc. Everything someone could possibly need or use, the Wellingtons had a part in owning.

Lyra's paused and her eyes grew big at the realization that she actually knew such a big shot and he was going to marry her sister very soon.

”Why doesn't he do more endorsements with a face like that?” the brunette sighed.

The blonde one sighed with her. ”There's no need since he's loaded either way.”

When the florist handed them the finished bouquet, the two girls were pleased.

”You should ask for a picture next time! It can really attract more customers!” they advised before walking out.

Lyra waved back. If not for them, she wouldn't even know who her future brother-in-law really was.

Him having the money to buy an entire island was daunting enough, but now, he owned billions of dollars worth of assets? That was just crazy.

He practically owned the whole street her store was on and the entire street across from it.

And they say money doesn't change a person.

Mr. Kurtis Wellington just became ten times more intimidating, a hundred times more attractive and infinitely more dangerous.

”Good thing I turned down lunch,” Lyra mumbled to herself as she began snipping away the thorns on the freshly delivered roses.

[I have to be more careful around him in the future.]