Chapter 10 The Blue Sea Hotel

"What about the stamp? Miss Poppi! Where is it?" Hugh shouted into the phone's receiver. His forehead was about to pop a vein in annoyance.

On the other end of the line, Poppi put the phone against her ear and calmly said, "Mr. Su, I'm so sorry. If the private deal you mentioned means buying it with money, then I don't like that idea. Goodbye."

After she said the word "goodbye" to Hugh, she quickly hung up. She took a deep breath, looked at the phone, and muttered, "I can only take a gamble."

The phone in her hand was silent for half a minute before its pleasant ring tone rang again. Poppi's jaw dropped slightly. She gently swiped the screen and lightly said, "Mr. Su, anything else?"

"You won. I can come to Ye City this afternoon. Meet me at the Blue Sea Hotel at 6:00 p.m. I'll give you the room number later," he said with a sigh. Then, he added, "Please bring it there."

"Okay, no problem," Poppi agreed. "Will Shirley go with you?" she asked.

"She has to go to another city to shoot photographs for a magazine and a show. She'll be in Ye City in two days."

"...... Well then, see you in the afternoon, Mr. Su," Poppi said and hung up the call. She glanced at herself in the glass window and did a little victory pose. However, she did not notice that one of her colleagues looked quite jealous when she passed by.

The sky turned deep orange a few hours later, and it was time to leave. After Poppi got off work, she went back to her house to retrieve the stamp and took a taxi to the Blue Sea Hotel.

"1201......" The trip was quite short. Her phone beeped when she arrived, and upon seeing the message, she went to the designated room and pressed the doorbell. The door quickly opened, and a round head popped out. It was a young man. He looked at Poppi and asked, "Are you, Miss Poppi?"

"Yes, I am," Poppi nodded and asked, "Excuse me, is Mr. Su there?"

"Yes. Please come in."

Just then, Hugh's voice filled the suite. The man turned around and welcomed Poppi in.

When Poppi entered the suite, she saw many open suitcases, scattered clothes, and messy tables. Meanwhile, Hugh paced back and forth in the room. He wore a well-pressed shirt and pants, which made him look young and fashionable.

His eyes were as bright as a clear spring, and he had short hair that stopped at his ears and thin lips. He looked dazzling in person, and his face was even more handsome in real life than in the photo. This kind of man completely changed Poppi's general impression of a "boss."

In turn, Hugh also looked at Poppi and marveled at her beauty. In his mind, he had long imagined her as a cunning and sharp-looking businesswoman. Now that he saw how stunning she was, he felt a little guilty.

Poppi's hair was quite smooth, and the ends were slightly curly because of the heat. Her delicate face, intelligent eyes, and curvy figure made her look like a gorgeous model. Moreover, her smile did not look stingy at all. It was so bright and infectious!

"Mr. Su, it's nice to meet you. I am Poppi," Poppi said and stretched out her hand in a friendly manner.

"Hello." Upon hearing the greeting, Hugh came back to his senses and gently shook Poppi's hand. "Please, sit down," he offered.

Poppi arched an eyebrow and glanced at the messy room. Hugh followed her line of sight and immediately felt embarrassed. "Pearson, what are you doing! You made the room into a mess. There are no places for guests to sit. Please come here quickly and clean it up!" he shouted.

"Yes, boss!" Then, the young man ran to clean the mess up.

A small smile graced Poppi's face, then she said, "It's alright, as long as there is a space where I can show you the stamp."

When Hugh heard what she said, he eagerly asked, "Miss Poppi, may I look at it now?"

Poppi nodded and brought out her collection from her bag. She turned to the last page, which contained a stamp with the palace gate printed upside down. It was old but well-preserved. At the sight of the stamp, Hugh's eyes lit up. He subconsciously reached out his hand and said, "I've been looking for this for three years. Adding this one, I will have the whole set of these stamps." He took the pamphlet and his fingers skimmed across its protective film. "That's it. Miss Poppi, how much will you sell it?" he said in an excited voice.

"Mr. Su, please don't mention the money. As long as you agree to the interview for my magazine, I will give it to you, free of cost."

A frown appeared on Hugh's face. He gazed at Poppi and said, "This was sold at an auction last year for 180, 000 dollars. Miss Poppi, are you sure you want to give it to me?" When he spoke, he emphasized the word "give" with a suspicious look.

"If you know this stamp, I can give it to you at any cost. But if you don't, I won't sell it at all. I just want it to stay with its friends," Poppi answered with a smile. She looked at her collection, then added, "It is so pitiful. I hope I can have a chance to see them often. Mr. Su, I hope you won't be so stingy by then."

"Do you mean that you will present it to me, but if you want to see them, I have to show them to you?" he asked.

"That's totally right." Poppi burst into laughter and asked, "Mr. Su, what do you think?"

At that moment, a strange, fresh feeling washed over Hugh. He felt surprised when he was called "boss," but now "Mr. Su" sounded much more pleasant to his ears when he heard Poppi call him that way.

"Oh, I've heard that Mr. Su has a collection of very valuable stamps," Poppi muttered. She went on, "I did not get much experience in collecting the stamps. Mr. Su, could you please show me your collection?"

When Hugh was about to say something, he suddenly heard a crack behind him. He and Poppi immediately turned around at the same time and saw that Pearson stood in front of the coffee machine in panic, while the coffee beans in his hand bounced on the ground.

"What are you doing?" Hugh yelled.

"I..." Pearson murmured in a shaky voice. His cheeks became flushed, and he scratched his head. "I wanted to make coffee for Miss Poppi, but it seems that the coffee machine got broken," he stammered.

"You've been working for me for a month. Why are you still so insensitive?" Hugh hissed. With tightly furrowed brows, he shouted, "Go! Just buy some!"

"Yes, boss!" Pearson answered, and was about to leave when Poppi stood up and said, "Mr. Su, how about I make you a cup of coffee? It's boring just sitting here doing nothing."

Perhaps it was because of the soft light of the setting sun, or her passion for the stamps was so enchanting that Hugh could not help but nod in agreement as he stared at her for a long time.

"Thank you!" "Give me the coffee beans," she turned to Pearson and said.

Meanwhile, Pearson was slightly surprised. He quietly handed the coffee beans to Poppi and thanked her. Then, he cleaned up the scattered beans on the floor.

As Poppi looked at the pack of coffee beans, the grinding machine, and the coffee pot, she smiled and said, "Mr. Su, do you also love coffee? This coffee grinder is exquisite, and the coffee beans are of the best quality."

"Yes, I like coffee, so my assistant learned how to make coffee. She has not arrived at Ye City yet. Miss Poppi, do you like coffee too?" said Hugh, and he shifted his eyes towards her.

"I like making coffee, very much." A soft smile made its way to Poppi's lips. She put the coffee beans into the machine's slot, stirred them, and said, "Mr. Su, would you consider accepting the interview? Our Entertainment Magazine Company is one of the best in the country. We're reliable, and professional, so you don't have to worry about much."