Ambrose whispered under his breath, "Oh God, she'll kill me if she finds out about this. How the hell did the pillows go off?" His gaze fell on Ava’s disheveled clothes, and he felt a twinge of guilt mixed with an undeniable sense of attraction. He moved closer, taking in the sight of her soft features. "Fuck, she's so pretty," he mumbled, unable to stop himself from inhaling her scent. It relaxed him in a strange way.His heart raced as he carefully reached out to adjust her nightgown, hoping she wouldn’t notice anything when she woke up. Just as his fingers touched the fabric, Ava’s eyes fluttered open, locking with his. Instantly, a cold shiver ran through both of them.Ava sat up quickly, her eyes drifting to his hand on her gown. She acted startled, her voice laced with mock accusation. “What were you trying to do?”Ambrose's face turned pale. "Ava, it's not—"“You were trying to pull my gown off, Ambrose?” she asked, her tone sharpening.“No, come on, why would I—" Ambrose stamm

Ava, sitting quietly, didn’t know whether he was lying or telling the truth, but at that moment, she couldn’t help but feel a small burst of happiness inside. "$5000, and you wasted it all?" Grandma suddenly screamed. "You ungrateful bitch! We feed you, and you forgot us and used all the $5000 on yourself?" Ambrose remained composed. “I didn’t use all of it, Grandma. I saved some, which I’ll be using for trading again.” Evelyn, instead of anger, had a smile growing on her face. "Ambrose, I’m so happy for you," she said warmly. "You’re working hard, and I’m proud of you." Ambrose glanced at Ava, who was watching him closely. She smiled lightly at him and gave him a small nod of approval. After they finished eating, Ambrose stood up and began collecting the bowls from the table. He carried them into the kitchen, where Evelyn was busy cleaning up. Without saying a word, he helped her by packing the dishes, arranging them neatly on the counter. A few moments later, Ava approach

“Yes, she said the Chairman has requested it,” Malcolm explained hurriedly. "I tried negotiating for 50 percent of the income instead, but she won’t budge. Chen suggested I call you for your decision."Elder Wei was silent for a moment, and Malcolm could feel his pulse quicken.Elder Wei’s furious voice came through the speaker with a thunderous curse. "That damn Gemstar! Thirty percent shares? Absurd! Malcolm, give the phone to her, I need to speak to Anna myself!"Chen immediately intervened, his voice firm yet cautious. “Master, that’s not going to work. She’s not going to change her mind, and she won’t let us talk to the Chairman. We only have two minutes left before they reserve the right to change their terms again.”Elder Wei’s breathing was heavy, filled with rage, and for a moment, it sounded as if he would explode. “Two minutes? Give the phone back to Malcolm,” he ordered, voice seething.Malcolm, anxious, lifted the phone. "Dad?""Give them the 30 percent shares," Elder Wei

In just a few minutes, Ambrose walked downstairs, now dressed properly. As he approached, he saw Grandma Margaret adjusting Jacob's collar, while Elizabeth straightened his shirt. The sight of them working together on Jacob’s appearance caught Ambrose off guard. He couldn’t help but wonder where his father-in-law was going that required such careful attention.Clearing his throat, Ambrose announced his presence. "I'm here."Everyone turned to look at him—Grandma, Evelyn, and Jacob.Grandma Margaret narrowed her eyes. "You’re here for what? Who called you?"Ambrose shifted slightly. "Well, I heard Father-in-law is going out, so I decided to drop him off quickly."Jacob’s expression immediately darkened. "Decided to drop who off? Who gave you a job?" He glared at Elizabeth. "You told him, didn’t you?"Elizabeth nodded calmly. "I only told him to drop you off on his bike. You’re running late, and waiting for an Uber or anything else will just waste more time."Jacob scoffed. "Sit on his

William gulped again, shifting slightly in his seat. He nervously glanced around the room, but his eyes kept darting back to the doctor's chest. "Well... uh," he stammered, "I realized that... um... I've been getting weaker in bed lately. I mean, I can't last long. I release... too quickly." He hesitated, swallowing hard. "My wife was really angry at me last night because of it, so I thought I should come and check what’s wrong."His eyes, despite the discomfort in the room, wandered back to the woman’s chest once again, unable to help himself as he spoke. The doctor noticed his lingering gaze again and her face tightened with restrained irritation. She clicked her pen against the desk, trying to maintain her professionalism. "I see," she said curtly, clearly unimpressed with his lack of focus. "We'll need to run some tests. But first, can you stop staring and focus on explaining your symptoms properly?”As William leaned forward in his chair, he tried to muster up a charming smile,