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
Ambrose entered his room, settled on the couch, and turned on the TV to watch some movies. As he was getting into a film, his phone started ringing. Checking the caller ID, he saw it was Anna. Without hesitation, he answered."Hello, Master Li, happy Sunday," Anna's voice came through warmly."Hello," Ambrose responded, then asked, "How are you doing?""I'm fine, thank you," Anna replied. "Master, I wanted to ask if you'll be free tomorrow.""Is there any problem?" Ambrose inquired."Yes, please. You'll need to be at the office tomorrow for a quick business discussion. Your input is needed," she explained."Alright then, I'll be there tomorrow. Don't worry," Ambrose assured her. He then asked, "So, how is my grandfather?""He's doing well, though not as strong as before. But rest assured, he's being well taken care of," Anna answered."Alright," Ambrose sighed in relief. "See you at the company tomorrow then." He ended the call, placing his phone down.His gaze lingered on the phone f
When Ambrose reached his car, the sales lady carefully placed his purchases in the trunk. As he was about to open the driver's door to sit down, she cleared her throat nervously. "Sir, can you snap a picture of me beside your car?" she asked shyly. Ambrose nodded with a smile. "That's not a problem, give me your phone." Overjoyed, the lady quickly handed him her phone, already set to the camera app. Ambrose closed the car door and positioned himself in front of the car, snapping a few pictures of her beside the sleek Mercedes. "Do you want to sit inside and have a snap?" he asked. "Really? Can I, sir?" she replied, her eyes wide with excitement. Ambrose nodded and opened the car door, inviting her to sit. "Wow!" She couldn't believe it was happening. She looked around the luxurious interior, gulping in awe. She quickly switched her phone to video mode, recording herself and taking a few more pictures. She even posted them to her Snapchat with captions like, "A customer gave
As Ambrose and Aurora walked through the lobby, they could feel the eyes on them. Some people stared openly, while others whispered among themselves. One person even said, "You two make a perfect couple." Aurora blushed slightly, but Ambrose responded with a polite smile. "Thanks, but we aren't a couple," he clarified. The receptionist from the previous night noticed them and thought to herself, Hnnn, I can see a love story transpiring soon. Boss and this guy... I thought he was married? Ignoring the whispers and curious glances, Ambrose and Aurora continued outside, where Aurora's car was waiting for them. Getting outside, Aurora noticed the white AMG still parked in the lot. "This car is still here? The owner is still in this hotel?" she frowned, puzzled. Ambrose glanced at the car and quickly brushed it off. "Yeah, probably. It's a big hotel; a lot of guests stay here for extended periods," he said casually, not wanting to reveal that he was the owner. Aurora nodded, still a b