Immediately, Ava stood up as well and quickly walked behind him, following him outside. "Ambrose, Ambrose!" she called out.Ambrose turned around and looked at her. "What's your problem, Ava?"Ava looked at him, her expression full of frustration and confusion. "What's with this attitude? What's wrong with you, Ambrose?”Ambrose chuckled bitterly. "What's wrong with me? I made you go home to solve the problem of you hitting someone's car mistakenly only to call and you said you're out for a business meeting, meanwhile here you are with Jonathan. So what should I do again?""He asked for a lunch, so I agreed," Ava said defensively."You agreed and then lied to me that you were going for a business meeting? Anyway, I understand. You owe me no explanation after all. I'm just that useless person in your eyes.”Ava frowned slightly, then asked, "What do you mean? What are you talking about?""You know what I'm talking about. Clearly, I don't have to explain myself," Ambrose replied."Alrig

Ambrose smiled and asked, "Why do you admire him when you don't know him? What has he done for you?" The driver laughed. "If it wasn't for his company, would I have gotten all these treats from you? Haha," he chuckled. "For someone controlling billions and being young, I'm pretty sure he must be a good, responsible, and powerful person." The driver looked through the mirror and added, "My daughter is small, but if she were older, she could have married him.” The driver smiled and said, "Of course, my daughter would have been a beauty goddess." He looked at Ambrose through the mirror again and said, "Since he's your main boss and you had access to the restricted area, did you see him? How does he look like? Tell me." Ambrose shook his head. "Actually, no one really knows. I've never seen him nor know who he is. He could be someone you might have seen but wouldn't recognize. He could have been at the restaurant we went to, and you wouldn't know.” The driver shook his head in disb

Ava watched as Ambrose packed his things into the bag, frowning slightly. "What do you mean?" Ambrose heard her but didn't reply. She walked forward and asked again, "What do you mean, Ambrose? What are you packing your clothes for?" "Didn't you want me to leave, Ava? What is it now?" Ambrose said, his voice filled with pain. "I've always been looked down on by everyone just because I stay here. Your dad, your cousins, your grandma—everyone throws insults at me. For years, all I've done is wish one day you could love me back as I love you deeply. But no, you went out with another man because of what? You feel this guy isn't fit to be called husband? Why? Didn't you say this is your house? I'm leaving your house. At least in mine, I can be respected and not worried." Ava looked at him, confused. She wanted to talk, but her words were lost at that moment. She was quiet for a while, then asked, "Where are you moving to?" "You don't have to know where I want to go. I'll decide that

"No, no," Aurora smiled slightly. "That's not what I meant. Actually, I'm..."Before she could finish speaking, the receptionist looked at her and said, "Good evening, boss, could—""Can't you see I'm in a conversation?" Aurora asked."I'm sorry," the receptionist said with a slight bow.Aurora looked at Ambrose and said, "Actually, I'm Aurora. My parents own this hotel; currently, I'm the owner here," she said."Huh? She's the boss here?" Ambrose was stunned. No wonder she looked very rich, driving a new Audi.He looked at Aurora from top to bottom, nodded, then said, "Alright."Aurora looked at the receptionist and said, "I guess he's booking a room, right?"The receptionist nodded and said, "Yes, please. I'm processing the Royal Suite for him."Aurora shook her head and said, "What about the presidential suite? Give him the access card to that one."The receptionist was shocked. "Please, I thought the management said no one is allowed into the presidential suite."Aurora raised an

Ambrose opened the door and stepped out with the tray, walking toward the reception area. As he approached, a sleek car arrived at the Grand Horizon Hotel and parked. Stepping out of the car was none other than Jonathan Hales. From the other side, a young, slender, fair lady with a ponytail exited the car.Jonathan smiled at the lady and extended his hand. "Let's go, babe. Let me give you the best moments tonight."The lady nodded and said, "Alright, babe." She placed her hand with her long nails fixed in Jonathan's palm, and they walked inside the hotel.Reaching the receptionist desk, Jonathan started speaking to the same receptionist who had attended to Ambrose earlier. "Is there a standard room available?" he asked.The receptionist shook her head and greeted him, "Good evening, sir. The rooms available are the Junior Suite, Executive Suite, Royal Suite, and Luxury Suite."Jonathan nodded. "I want to book the Junior Suite for the night. I hope it's great in there?"The receptionis