As Ava waited near the airport exit, a slender woman in a stylish outfit walked out with her luggage. Her long, flowing hair and confident stride caught Ava's attention. It was Dera, looking as radiant as ever."Dera!" Ava called out happily, her face lighting up with joy."Ava! Oh my God!" Dera exclaimed, matching Ava's excitement. They rushed towards each other and hugged tightly, their laughter filling the air."I've missed you so much," Ava said, pulling back to look at Dera. "And look at you, you look stunning!”"You’re the one who looks more beautiful," Dera replied, smiling warmly. "It's so good to see you in person after all this time!”Ava held onto Dera's luggage and said, "Let's go, my car is parked over there." Dera followed, and they walked to Ava's car. Upon seeing the vehicle, Dera joked, "This rich lady even owns a car."Ava chuckled and replied, "Stop joking. Can't you see how old this car is? I don't have the money for a new one, just keeping this one running for now
The man on the phone asked, "First of all, why do you want to know about him?"Aurora's tone sharpened. "What's your business about that? Are you telling me or not?""Well, well, I will, of course. Don't get angry bab..." He stopped himself."Lucky you," Aurora said curtly."Alright, so he's actually named Ambrose Li, and he's a famous live-in son-in-law for a small family named the Ainsleys.”"A live-in son-in-law?" Aurora was stunned, recalling the receptionist's comment about Jonathan insulting Ambrose for being dependent on his wife. "Wait, are you sure he is?" she asked."Yes, he's married to a lady named Ava Ainsley, for a year plus now.""Wait?" Aurora muttered, realizing the implications. "If he's really a live-in son-in-law, how did he take control of the situation when his wife hit my car? He was the one who swapped the car, right?" she thought."Alright, is that all? What work is the wife doing?" she asked."She runs a renovation construction company. It's small, but they r
"He did," Ava replied, still processing the information. "It was for a party," she continued, mentioning the specific day. "Right?"The saleslady nodded, "Yes, exactly.""Oh my God," Ava muttered, her voice barely audible as realization dawned on her. "My dad broke a real $15,000 bottle, thinking it was fake?"Ava's mind raced, struggling to make sense of the revelation. How could Ambrose, whom they all believed to be struggling financially, afford such an extravagant expense? $30,000 on wine, just like that? She had never imagined he had access to that kind of money, let alone the willingness to spend it so casually."Where did Ambrose get that kind of money?" she wondered aloud, her voice tinged with confusion and disbelief. "To spend so much on just a drink... it's absurd."Dera, equally stunned, looked at Ava with wide eyes. "It doesn't make sense. Are you sure it was him?"The saleslady nodded again, firm in her recollection. "Positive. He seemed quite composed about it, too. He
Ameera asked, “What’s the budget for the renovation, Grandpa?”Elder Wei replied, “A million dollars.”Ameera’s eyes widened in surprise. “A million dollars for what exactly?” she asked, clearly taken aback by the large amount.Jin frowned and asked, "Why are you behaving as if a million dollars for renovation is a big thing?"Ameera looked at him sharply, "What do you know about money management? Just because our family is wealthy doesn't mean we should pour out money without consideration."Malcolm cleared his throat, interjecting, "Ameera, things are costly, and we're aiming for a very luxurious renovation. It's an investment that will add value.""Which renovation company got the contract, then?" Ameera asked, turning to Chen, the family business manager.Chen, catching her expectant gaze, smiled politely. "Madam, the contract was awarded to the Ainsley family's business, led by Ava Ainsley."Ameera's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Is it a big company? How many significant projects h
Ambrose nodded and said, "Cool, that's nice too."Aurora tilted her head, curiosity piqued. "So, what made you get married early? You're young, you know."Ambrose smiled, a touch of nostalgia in his expression. "Well, certain conditions put people in certain situations, you know.""What do you mean by that?" Aurora asked with a slight frown.Ambrose sighed and then revealed, "Actually, I'm a live-in son-in-law." He smiled lightly.Aurora, already aware of this, acted surprised. "You mean you stay with your wife's family?""Yes, I do," Ambrose replied shortly."And why is it so?" Aurora pressed.Ambrose looked around, then sat down. "What would make a man stay with his wife's family and be fed by them? Isn't it because he's poor?" he asked."You're poor?" Aurora feigned surprise, intrigued by how much he would reveal.Ambrose nodded. "Life hasn't been fair. I wasn't doing well, and amidst these problems, I got married. But despite everything, I've loved my wife throughout our marriage,
An hour later, Ambrose arrived at the gate of the manor. He opened it and entered, drawing the attention of Ava and Dera, who were seated outside having a lighthearted conversation. Ava's eyes widened in surprise and a mix of emotions as she saw Ambrose, who looked different—well-dressed and handsome, unlike the Ambrose she remembered. The noticeable absence of his luggage puzzled her further.Ambrose, seeing Ava, paused briefly before walking towards her. Dera, noticing the exchange, pieced things together. "He's Ambrose, right? That husband you mentioned?" she asked Ava, who nodded in response."Look at how nicely he's dressed, yet he's poor, deceiving people. Tch," Dera scoffed as she stood up and approached Ambrose. "Hello, what do you want here?" she asked sharply.Ambrose, taken aback by her confrontational tone, frowned and asked, "Who are you to ask me that? Anyway, I'm not here for you." He looked at Ava and continued, "I'm here...""I knew you'd come back. Where's your lugga
After a tense wait of half an hour, Lucas finally drove into the manor with the electric bike. Ambrose, seeing him, walked briskly over to where he parked."What gives you the right to take my bike?" Ambrose demanded, his voice cold and controlled. "Who gave you the authority?"Lucas, visibly annoyed, stepped off the bike and shot back, "What authority? I'm doing you a favor by using this piece of junk. You should be grateful someone's even willing to touch your stupid bike.”Ambrose's eyes narrowed. He could feel the anger rising but kept his composure. "A favor?" he repeated incredulously. "Using someone else's property without permission isn't a favor; it's theft."The tension between them escalated quickly. Lucas, feeling disrespected and embarrassed, took a step forward, trying to push Ambrose. "You're nothing but a parasite, living off my family. You think you're better than me?”Before Lucas could land a hit, Ambrose caught his arm and swiftly pushed him back, causing Lucas to
The woman who had hit Ambrose turned out to be none other than Ameera Wei, the young mistress of the influential Wei family. She was dressed impeccably in a designer outfit, exuding elegance and sophistication. Her beauty was striking, with a calm and graceful demeanor that drew attention.Ambrose, momentarily captivated by her appearance, quickly regained his composure. "I'm fine, really," he said, brushing off his clothes. "It was my fault; I wasn't concentrating.”Ameera shook her head, clearly concerned. "No, it's my fault. I should have been more careful." She looked around at the small crowd that had gathered, and with a gentle but firm voice, she addressed them, "Thank you for your concern, but everything is under control. You can leave now."As the onlookers slowly dispersed, Ameera turned back to Ambrose, her expression still one of genuine concern. "Are you sure you're okay?Ambrose reassured Ameera, "I'm fine, really, don't worry about it."Ameera studied him for a moment b