“If there’s nothing else, let’s head home,” Edward spoke.“Can we come here occasionally?” Cipher added.Both of them gazed at the room filled with colors that Edward had mentioned were meant for the kid. For someone like Cipher, who grew up in poverty, it was a luxury. He truly wished he could stay here, as this room belonged to him.“Sure,” Edward replied, and then turned to the car. Edward agreed to Cipher’s request because the boy still held utility value, and also, Mr. and Mrs. Shively might come to visit Cipher. So there was no harm in having Cipher visit here occasionally.Upon receiving Edward’s agreement, Cipher was delighted. He no longer cared about the earlier issue with Celano or anything else. Cipher ran cheerfully behind Edward. He had to go home; he would make an appointment to come back another day.In the car, Edward spoke little, and Cipher didn’t remain silent. He guessed the person in front was pondering something.The weather outside was pleasant, and Edward open

Mrs. Goreng briskly walked ahead, engaging in conversation with the nurse.“Thank you so much; I appreciate your help,” she said.“You’re welcome. It’s my duty,” the nurse replied gently.“Your health has improved significantly, and I believe you’ll be discharged soon,” Mrs. Goreng remarked.“Thank you,” the patient replied.Mrs. Goreng continued to walk and converse, treating everyone in the hospital kindly. Her kindness was well known, and nearly everyone cherished her.Suddenly, her gaze paused in front of her in the corridor. There, she spotted a familiar figure she could never forget – Mr. Sherwood. The reason she couldn’t forget was not because of her current feelings for him, but the deep-seated resentment she held. He had abandoned her and taken over the company she had worked tirelessly to build. How could she not feel anger or resentment? How could she ever forget? She could only wish never to encounter that dreadful face again in her lifetime.Mrs. Goreng pretended as thoug

Edward sat in the classroom, his eyes fixed on the lecturer at the front. Because of some recent personal matters, he had missed quite a few classes lately.“Pay attention, everyone. The topic I’m discussing is the essence of economics. Economics and politics are always interlinked, influencing each other,” the lecturer continued.Professor Ellve was one individual Edward held in the highest regard. He wasn’t only the most experienced professor at the university, but his knowledge and teaching style were also exceptional. Every lecture by Professor Ellve was always packed with students. On some days, even Edward struggled to find a seat.“In my opinion, studying economics only in the classroom is never enough. The textbooks can only offer you a tip of the iceberg. Without real-world experiences, you can never truly grasp its essence. Once you understand its nature and principles, you can become a genuine leader. Reality will provide you with opportunities, and your job is to recognize

Edward said goodbye to Matt, then he and Cipher headed home.The evening passed quickly, and the next day, Edward went to school as usual. He had two economics classes that day, and he also wanted to visit the school library to find some specialized materials.The classes went by swiftly, and Edward later made his way to the library. He couldn’t help but admire the grandeur of the library at his school; it seemed to have all the materials he needed.Edward roamed the library, looking for some economics books by Professor Ellve and some natural science resources. He wanted to study them thoroughly, partly because they would be beneficial for his work at the company, and partly because Edward aimed to graduate early, and to do so, he needed to excel in his studies.Edward flipped through the pages of the documents. He had to admit that Professor Ellve was incredibly talented. His writings were practical, easy to understand, and delved deep into the essence of the subjects rather than ju

At Sherwood’s home, Mrs. Sherwood paced anxiously into the room. Since their time at the hospital, she had not seen her husband. He had not returned home but checked into a hotel. Every time she visited the company looking for him, he refused to meet her. She also noticed that the company’s employees had treated her with disdain. As the saying goes, dogs can always sense their master’s intentions. They too had sensed that her marriage with Mr. Sherwood was on the rocks.“Damn it, it’s all that scoundrel’s fault!” Mrs. Sherwood gritted her teeth.She didn’t know what she had done to this mysterious person, and she didn’t even know his name. So why would he want to harm her? On that day, he deliberately acted in front of Mr. Sherwood, turning her into an unfaithful woman. The money she had prepared as bait for Jasper had been falsely claimed to be the amount she gave to her lover. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.She pulled out her phone from her pocket and started