"Wow!" Ambrose was stunned. The Wei family owned several pharmaceutical businesses all over Silverwood, making them extremely rich. He never expected the company he now owned to be the one that financed the Wei family. This was a huge opportunity for him.Anna noticed his reaction and asked, "Master, is there anything you want me to do?”Ambrose nodded. "Actually, my wife’s company was on the verge of securing a business deal with the Wei family, but things got messed up because of me. I’ll be so happy if you can help me with that and get her the contract."Anna nodded confidently. "That is very simple, master. You have nothing to worry about; I'll handle it promptly."Ambrose felt a wave of relief wash over him. "But please, in everything, I want to remain anonymous.""As you wish, master," Anna assured him. "Everything about you will be kept confidential.”Ambrose smiled, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "Thank you, Anna. By the way, you're very pretty."Anna smiled lightly,
"What?" Ava's eyes widened as she sat up straight, her body trembling slightly. Chen had left angry about an hour ago, and now he was calling. "Mr. Chen, Ava here, I'm glad to have you on the phone," she said, trying to mask her surprise. "Ms. Ainsley, I wanted to apologize for yelling at you and leaving your office earlier. It was unprofessional of me," Chen said, his tone sincere.Ava was stunned. "It's not a problem, Mr. Chen," she replied, struggling to find the right words."Okay, so I called because the Wei family is willing to give you the contract. I'll come to your office any moment from now and sign what you wanted me to sign," Chen informed her.Ava's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't believe what she was hearing and thought it might be a mistake or some kind of cruel joke."Wh...what did you say, Mr. Chen?" she stammered, needing to reconfirm what she had just heard."I said the Wei family is willing to give you the contract," Chen repeated calmly. "I'll come to your off
Ambrose remained unfazed. "Like I said, I'll take it," he reiterated. The attendant's smile faltered, but he continued to eye Ambrose skeptically."Alright then," he said, trying to mask his disbelief. "Let's see if you can back up that confidence.”Ambrose opened his bank app and, upon seeing the 10 million dollars again, stared at it for a moment, still in disbelief. The attendant chuckled, misinterpreting Ambrose's pause."Oh, you realized your balance is low?" the attendant mocked lightly.Ambrose remained silent, his expression steady. "Give me the account number to pay into," he said firmly.The attendant, still thinking Ambrose was just trying to show off, smirked and provided the account details. "Sure, here it is. Let’s see if it goes through," he said, waiting for the inevitable moment when Ambrose would claim there was a problem.Ambrose swiftly entered the details and confirmed the payment. He raised his head and looked at the attendant. "I've paid in full. Now bring the
Ambrose smiled warmly. "It's a tip. Thank you for the great service." Actually when he entered, he thought it would be same situation as the bike attendant, but here he wasn't looked down on, so he was very happy to give them a tip. The barber was taken aback but grateful. "Thank you very much, sir. We appreciate it and hope to see you here next time.” Ambrose nodded and walked out. As he got out of the salon, Ambrose smiled to himself and said, "Time to change my clothes and shoes."He paused for a moment, contemplating whether he should buy a lot of clothes and shoes right away. After thinking it over, he decided it would be wiser to start small and build up."I'll just buy one top, a pair of pants, and some sneakers for now," he thought. "I can always come back and get more later."With that plan in mind, he headed towards a nearby clothing store to find his new outfit.About an hour later, Ambrose walked out of the clothing store, feeling like a new man. He had swapped his old,
"Oh, it seems your wife has gotten you some nice clothes and, wow, a clean haircut too. So you're walking around to be seen, right?" the sales assistant mocked. Ambrose frowned but didn't say anything. He knew many people recognized him as the only live-in son-in-law, but that wasn't his concern right now. The woman turned to the sales assistant. "Do you know him?" The sales assistant nodded. "Of course. You might not be from this town if you don't know him. He's a big clown. His wife and her family take care of him. He's called Ambrose." "What? A fully grown man being taken care of by his wife?" the woman asked, disgusted. Even those around who heard this started making fun of Ambrose. The sales assistant nodded. "Of course.” The woman frowned. "Disgusting. He has destroyed my wine. He must pay." The sales assistant's expression changed. "Ambrose, she bought a $15,000 Château Margaux from me and you've destroyed it? The last time your wife was here, she didn't even buy becau
Ambrose looked at her and said, "Tell them you've gotten the notification that I've paid."The woman, eager to prove him wrong, joined the sales assistant to look at the phone. Shock washed over her instantly as she saw the message indicating that $30,000 had been received.The woman gaped at Ambrose, her previous arrogance melting away. "You actually paid?" she muttered.Ambrose didn't mind her and said to the sales assistant. “Tell them I've paid.” He commanded in a cold voice. "Uh...it's...it's been paid in full," The assistant stammered. At that moment she felt like the most ashamed person in the world. Her brain couldn't process how that was possible. The laughter and mocking ceased immediately, replaced by stunned silence. Ambrose picked up the two bottles of Chateau Margaux and handed one to the woman. "Here's your replacement," he said, his voice calm and steady. "And this one is for my wife.” Saying that he turned around and walked out without a word. As Ambrose walked ou
"Can you please call him, Ava? Please, Ambrose has been trying a lot."Ava sighed in resignation. "Fine, I will," she conceded reluctantly. She walked aside, retrieving her phone from her purse, and scrolled through her contacts until she found Ambrose's number, saved under his name. After a moment of hesitation, she tapped on his contact to call him, but then stopped herself."I won't call him," she muttered to herself, her resolve firming. "Let it not seem like I'm chasing after him. He has nowhere to go; he'll come back." With that, she placed her phone back in her purse and rejoined the party.Meanwhile, outside the Ainsley manor, a white Corolla pulled up, and a neatly dressed young man stepped out—it was Jonathan Hale.Earlier, Ava had texted Jonathan about the party, though she hadn't specified its purpose. Initially hesitant due to his inability to help Ava secure the deal, Jonathan decided to attend, unaware that Ava had already secured it and attributed it to him.As Jonatha
"I'll prove that I'm the one who deserves her," Jonathan asserted, his tone unwavering. "I won't let anyone stand in the way of our love." With a resolute nod, he stood his ground, ready to defend his claim to Ava's heart against all challengers.As the tension in the room thickened and Jonathan's challenge echoed through the hall, Ava's expression softened, her thoughts drifting to Ambrose. Despite their strained relationship and her outward coldness towards him, a pang of guilt tugged at her heart. She couldn't deny the moments of support and kindness he had shown her, especially during difficult times.Deep down, she knew that she didn't want to go through with the divorce. The idea of severing ties with Ambrose, despite their differences, felt like betraying the connection they had shared. Despite her grandmother's proclamation and the pressure from those around her, Ava couldn't shake the feeling of gratitude towards Ambrose for the unseen support he had provided.Ava's mother st