"What's my schedule after this meeting?" Richard walked out of the decades-old main building, followed by Smith behind him, who kept their steps together by not preceding him.He quickly checked the journal he had made in the notes on his cell phone. "The next two hours, sir, you have nothing to do."In other words, Richard had free hours to spend on other things."Then you can go. Leave the driver alone." He stood on the sidewalk of the street that ran along the office buildings and shops and wandered around, looking for his destination. "I want to take a walk around here."He wanted to relieve the fatigue from the daily burden that, instead of lessening, continued to grow and weigh her down. Moving on from one thing before it was even finished, another was waiting for him to do. His overscheduled daily life was somewhat troublesome to him, like a tie tied too tightly around his neck. It was a bit suffocating and needed to be adjusted several times to keep it on."Yes, sir. You can c

Rosse looked at Richard prejudicially until she caught her breath and realised what he meant. It was true that nothing was free in this world. Everything costs money. "What can I do for you, sir?" She doubted there was anything Richard wanted from her.Richard saw the change in her face with a faint smile. He was sure that Rosse must be thinking of something strange to pay for, probably something sexual, as most men would expect that from a woman. It was a pity that Richard only said that offhandedly because he felt somewhat disturbed by Rosse's situation. He was honestly annoyed but couldn't just leave her.He took a breath from his mouth and fully filled the air into his lungs, then turned his gaze nonchalantly while looking at the crowd crowding the streets again. "Save the payment for next time, I don't need anything right now."Next time? Rosse looked confused at him.What did she mean by next time? Although Richard was an important person who would probably show up anywhere, she

"Are you alright, sir?" The driver who came to inform him that the pickup Richard was waiting for had arrived was surprised to see the chaos.He stared at the stocky men lying on the ground unceremoniously with many bruises and blood on their faces, the sound of the men's groans drawing his attention deeper. He furrowed his brow, somewhat sympathising with them for their dire situation but also blaming them simultaneously for dealing with Richard, who would never hold back from teaching those who bullied him a lesson.Richard got a handkerchief from his driver, who immediately realised the back of Richard's hand was scratched thanks to the repeated blows he gave those people. He then wrapped the handkerchief around the back of his hand. "Ask someone to take care of them. Send them somewhere far away without anything." Putting them in prison would only fill up the prison.He was beginning to be reluctant to let those people enjoy the prison services because, to him, even the prison tre

"I don't think there's anything to talk to you about," Richard replied coldly.For him, he did not have any interest in Andrea, especially since many people like Andrea were currently competing to offer her marriage proposals with a variety of objectives, ranging from those that benefited her to the most unfavorable ones, but reasoned by falling in love with her. Some of them sounded plausible, and some sounded utterly absurd.Among the proposals, nothing caught her attention, piqued her interest, or made her change her mind about the possibility of a relationship. So far, it all seemed like dishonesty, ambition, and the hope of those who saw him as an object of specific achievements rather than seeing him as Richard, without the name Marrison behind him.To him, those people only wanted to use him as a bridge to get into the Marrison family list, they only wanted to participate to get benefits, fame, comfort and other guarantees."But you still haven't listened to my explanation, sir

"Morning miss, breakfast has been prepared downstairs. Or would you like me to prepare it upstairs?" A servant greeted Andrea, who was sitting on the sofa in her room reading a book.Judging by her appearance, the woman seemed to have woken up hours ago. She was dressed neatly in a comfortable-looking midi dress that looked luxurious to the eye.She slowly placed her book back on the table and then turned to the waiter. "Let me just go downstairs." She came out with a small clutch and went downstairs for breakfast.She sat there alone. It was strange for her to have breakfast alone at someone else's table. But she didn't think much of it and just enjoyed it. He ate quietly without knowing that many pairs of eyes were watching him, watching him as their master ordered.Perhaps he sensed that, behind the hospitality shown in the house, it was impossible not to have their vigilance. What's more, they worked for an essential family in this country. They must be on their toes at all times.