Frederick returned to Hilltop Mansion and saw that Jacob and Tyger were able to move around.While Jacob's eyes and Tyger's teeth would be permanent reminders of the fight, their other injuries would heal up with some rest. As Frederick entered Hilltop Mansion, Scarlett greeted him with her usual brand of teasing. "Fresh off the honeymoon and already visiting the attic, huh? What brings you back so soon? Did your wife chase you out, or are you seeking a little extramarital thrill?"Scarlett approached Frederick with feline grace, her luscious red lips exhaling a fragrant breath into his ear.The intoxicating scent made Frederick's throat tighten. It truly was like the breath of an orchid!He quickly stepped back, putting distance between himself and Scarlett. He was a married man now, and being tempted by Scarlett was a dangerous game."I'm just here to get some clothes."Scarlett shot him a pointed look. "What? You're not coming back? Just going to leave me here?"Frederick c
A troubled expression formed on Frederick's face as he stammered, "The company is currently being managed by my, uh, sweetheart. She doesn't know it's mine yet, and I don't want her to find out just yet. I'm afraid it might upset her."Sylvester found Frederick's explanation quite amusing. It seemed things were progressing well between them, and Frederick appeared to be somewhat under his wife's thumb, which Sylvester considered a good thing.If Anya could keep him in line, Frederick wouldn't turn out like Ambrose, who had been wild and unruly since childhood.Sylvester replied with a cheerful tone, "Alright, give me the name and number for the bank account, and I'll have Anya transfer the money."Frederick quickly asked Scarlett for her bank account details, which she promptly provided. Sylvester heard a woman's voice in the background. It was so alluring that he assumed she must be quite beautiful. Since Frederick was requesting two million dollars to be sent to her, Sylvester
Upon arriving home, Frederick noticed Fiona perched on the couch.Despite the TV being on, she kept glancing up toward the second floor.This struck Frederick as odd.Noticing his entrance, Fiona smirked and remarked, "Oh, you're toast!"Frederick was baffled. Why would he be toasted?Enjoying his bewilderment, Fiona elaborated, "Anya's in a foul mood. You were bragging about landing a job today, but knowing you, you probably came up empty-handed. Brace yourself, she's about to unleash her fury."Frederick raised an eyebrow. Frederick's brow furrowed, stung by Fiona's lack of faith. Fiona hadn't witnessed his impressive interview earlier!Just then, Anya descended the stairs.As Fiona had predicted, her face was set in a stern expression, clearly indicating a sour mood. Frederick was perplexed.Why was Anya so upset? Frederick quickly inquired, "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"Anya's face was devoid of warmth as she asked, "Did you find a job?"Frederick could detect an added
Anya glanced at the caller ID, her anger momentarily dissolving into a soft smile.Her voice was soft when she answered. "Hello, Wynne. Yes, I got a position with a major company as president, so joining your family's firm won't be possible. Why would I lie? Dinner? Hmm, alright. I do appreciate you always looking out for me."Frederick caught snippets of the conversation with a man named Wynne and narrowed his eyes. As Anya ended the call, he blurted out, "Sweetheart, who was that?"Anya was still adjusting to their new relationship and was confused by his sharp tone. She simply looked at him without response. Fiona chimed in with excitement bubbling in her voice. "Ann, was that the wonderful Wynne you mentioned? The one who's always been so kind to you?"Anya offered a slight nod. "Yes, Wynne is a great person. He was the student council president back in college and looked after me. We stayed in touch after graduation, and he kept urging me to work for his family's company.
As Frederick disappeared toward the bedroom with his bags in hand, Anya couldn't help but shake her head helplessly.While she wasn't materialistic, Anya understood the unspoken language of appearances, especially for a director like herself. It was a high-end gala—a room filled with impeccably tailored suits and designer dresses.A fancy restaurant demanded a certain dress code, and Frederick's usual casual wear wouldn't do with his usual shorts and flip-flops.Frederick quickly changed into his clothes, slicked his hair back with hair gel, and put on a tie.In Motheca, Frederick's dashing looks and undeniable charm made him the irresistible target of noble ladies' affections.His towering height, sharp features, and well-toned physique were complemented by an effortless style that made him look good in anything he wore.However, Frederick's usual unkempt appearance concealed his true attractiveness from the world with his hair often obscuring his face.Looking at himself in th
"Hmph, what kind of luxury clothes could he possibly have? Fancy clothes, huh? They don't look like any luxury brand, not even high-end or any of those others."Frederick gave a helpless smile. The clothes he was wearing indeed bore no brand."These clothes aren't from any brand. An old friend from Motheca made them for me by hand."Anya's eyes widened with interest. "Could your friend be persuaded to come here? I'd love to have him as the creative director of our fashion company!Examining Frederick's attire, Anya was certain that such clothing would be coveted by even the noblest families here. If they could hire this designer, their company could become the pinnacle of Salmasian fashion without any other effort.However, Frederick smiled and shook his head. "He doesn't make clothes anymore."A sense of disappointment washed over Anya. She had glimpsed an incredible opportunity for financial success, only to have it vanish before her eyes.How did Frederick even know someone w
After leaving the villa, Frederick jogged to Anya's sports car and opened the passenger door."Sweetheart, it's not easy to drive in those heels. Let me drive."Frederick's gentlemanly act caught Anya off guard, but she shook her head helplessly. While she acknowledged his charm and good looks, Anya couldn't help but feel a twinge of disdain for him.What good was a handsome face without ambition and career?Frederick took the wheel and sped off toward the restaurant. As they walked in, their striking good looks immediately commanded attention, a seemingly flawless pair that turned heads wherever they went.At that moment, a man in a high-end suit with glasses approached. His pale complexion and slightly sunken cheeks couldn't hide his excitement as he called out from a distance."Ann, over here!"This was Wynne, Anya's senior.Hearing her name, Anya turned and was taken aback. Wynne looked nothing like she remembered.When Anya was a freshman, they had met a few times and Any
Wynne's eyes flew open in bewildered confusion. Instead of Anya's dainty hand, his lips had met with a large, black shoe caked in polish.He recoiled instantly and spat repeatedly as black residue clung to his mouth. It was an utterly repulsive experience.Anya couldn't suppress her laughter at the scene. She hadn't anticipated Frederick's swift intervention. In a moment of uncertainty, Frederick had tossed his shoe to her rescue.Witnessing Wynne's predicament, Frederick decided to escalate the situation further. He slipped the shoe back on, then retrieved a fresh dollop of polish from a nearby complimentary shoe-shining machine. With exaggerated motions, he began vigorously buffing his shoe.He then lamented in a dramatic tone, "Oh dear, my shoe is filthy!"Wynne observed Frederick's antics and was incensed. Not only had this man ruined his romantic gesture, but he was now openly mocking him.It was a provocation beyond tolerance!"Hey, who the hell do you think you are?"F