Grandma looked over at Ava with concern, her eyes narrowing slightly as she asked, "Ava, I hope these people won't terminate the contract because of all this?"Before Ava could respond, Ambrose's calm voice cut through the room. "They can't." Everyone turned to look at him in surprise, including Ava.He continued, "It's a signed contract, right? So they can't just back out. Ava will have to do the work diligently, but even if they don't want to continue, they'll have no choice. Plus, if they ask her to stop, she can agree, give them the materials she's already bought, and take the whole big payment for herself.”Ava blinked in astonishment, stunned by how much Ambrose knew. She hadn't expected him to be so informed about the contract details. She exchanged a glance with Dera, who was equally surprised.Grandma Margaret, however, wasn’t pleased. She frowned deeply, her eyes locking onto Ambrose. "What do you know? Who asked you to speak?" she snapped.But before Ambrose could reply, Av
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
"Huh?" Malcolm and Chen exchanged stunned glances, their disbelief palpable. "I didn’t hear you well, COO," Malcolm said, his voice quivering.Anna leaned forward, her voice clear and firm. “I need 30 percent of the shares in your company.”Malcolm shot up from his chair, his face flushed with frustration. "What kind of thing is this, COO? Yesterday, you said it was 30 percent of the income, and now you're demanding 30 percent of the shares?!”Anna remained calm, her eyes unwavering as she replied, “Yesterday is gone, Mr. Wei. Today is another day. The Chairman doesn’t want a percentage anymore—he wants shares.”Malcolm clenched his fists, about to lash out, when Chen quickly stood up and gently grabbed his arm. “Master, calm down. Don’t forget, this could have serious consequences,” Chen whispered urgently.Malcolm glared at him. “So what, Chen? I should just give away 30 percent of our shares?”Chen shook his head, his voice low and measured. “No, master. Let me handle this.” He tur
“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
Ambrose’s eyes widened in excitement. "Really? Haha, thank you so much, Ava! Okay, so are you at work now or…?"Ava nodded on the other end of the line. "Yes, I’m at work, but I’ll finish up soon. I’ll have Dera handle the remaining tasks before she heads home."Ambrose nodded, still smiling. "Alright, sounds good. Do you want me to come pick you up when it’s time?""No need, I’m driving myself. Just send me the location, and I’ll meet you there," Ava replied casually."Ok, my wi—" Ambrose paused, catching himself. "I mean, alright, I’ll text you the location and time. We’ll meet there.""I’ll be expecting it," Ava said.Ambrose nodded with a smile, even though she couldn’t see it. "Great. Talk soon."After hanging up, he immediately began scrolling through his phone, looking for the best restaurant he could take Ava to. Something perfect, something special.After scrolling through countless restaurant options, Ambrose grew frustrated. None of them seemed perfect enough for the evenin
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
As Ambrose drove outside, they neared his sleek, parked car. William’s eyes immediately fell on the luxurious vehicle, and he called out, “Stop! Stop!”Ambrose pulled the bike to a halt, glancing back in confusion. “What’s wrong?”William hopped off the bike and approached the car with wide eyes, his hand reaching out to touch its smooth surface. "Wow," he muttered in awe. “This is purely beautiful.”He turned to Ambrose and asked, “Who does this belong to?”Ambrose shrugged, keeping his tone casual. “How am I supposed to know?”William, seemingly lost in admiration, kept running his hand over the car’s body, marveling at its beauty. His fascination with the car was starting to annoy Ambrose, who finally spoke up. “Careful. It’s an expensive car from the looks of it. If you scratch it, the owner will definitely make you pay for it.”Ambrose’s irritation was evident; he didn’t like how William was practically fawning over the car. William, unbothered by the warning, stood back and nod
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,