Quincy spoke first. "President Morgan?" When Jeffrey entered and saw Melanie sitting by the table, he paused in his steps slightly. However, his gaze quickly moved away from her face without lingering. He nodded at Quincy and then raised his eyes, saying, "President Romero, sorry for the wait." "President Morgan, you’re a busy person. It's already a great honor for you to agree to have a meal with me!" Luis stood up and extended his hand. Jeffrey shook hands with him. One was tall and one was short; their interactions seemed a bit comical, but their auras were imposing. After Jeffrey took his seat, Luis looked at Melanie and Quincy and said, "Well! I said you all know each other, right? Not long ago, you worked together to overcome obstacles in the mountain bike race area." Quincy nodded. "That’s right." "Speaking of the mountain bike race, I just thanked Miss Melanie and Mr. Quicksilver. Now, I want to thank you in person, President Morgan. You are all benefactors of thos
Pushing open the door of the private room, a gust of cold wind blew in. Melanie felt herself sobering up. She suddenly thought of something. Luis wouldn’t have invited her and Quincy as third wheelers for no reason. Could it be that he sensed something unusual between her and Jeffrey, so he was testing the waters? From the Angle family’s centennial celebration to the vast mountain racecourse, wherever Luis paid attention, Jeffrey was there protecting her. Upon careful consideration, this was very likely Luis’s intention. If he found out that there was more than met the eye between Jeffrey and her, Luis might have other plans. If he was determined to have his daughter marry into the Morgans, he might secretly deal with her. Having figured this out, Melanie's heart suddenly felt less heavy. Leaning against the door, she took a moment to collect herself before turning to go back. Just as she reached out to push the door, it opened from the inside. Melanie was startled. She une
The roar of engines came from outside the car window. Quincy and Melanie both looked out, wondering who they had offended. The driver, alert, swiftly turned the steering wheel and floored the accelerator, seizing the opportunity to turn the car onto another road. He drove at a lightning speed. However, the car that had temporarily fallen behind refused to be outdone. It quickly caught up, not giving up on chasing them and was close to overtaking them. Melanie gripped the handle above her head. With a focused gaze, finally saw that it was Jeffrey's car. She quickly told the driver, "Stop the car. I know them." The driver sighed in relief and slowed down. The car behind, as expected, overtook them smoothly and blocked their way. The car door opened quickly. Jeffrey got out and headed toward their car. To avoid revealing their relationship in front of Quincy and the driver, Melanie quickly got out of the car to meet him. "Are you crazy?" she demanded in a low voice. "You d
The time in the shower seemed to pass both quickly and slowly, seemingly unpredictable. Melanie's head was buzzing, repeatedly thinking about what she said just now. Truly, alcohol emboldened people… After an unknown amount of time, she finally put on a bathrobe. She smoothed her wet hair, and walked out of the bathroom. She saw Jeffrey in a dark checkered robe that revealed some of his chest. He was lounging on the sofa, waiting for her. Seeing her standing still, Jeffrey took the initiative to get up and walked to her. He helped her tuck her wet hair behind her ear, revealing the graceful curve of her side profile. His Adam's apple bobbed. He couldn’t help but lean close to her tender ears. His breath brushed against the top of her head and ears, sending an electric current rushing from the depths of her heart to her entire body. She couldn't help but tremble. His eyes flashed. He bent down to kiss her, but her phone rang. Melanie was about to step away, but Jeffrey fir
"What's the matter?" Melanie asked. "Is there something wrong?" "Is this fragrance really completely handmade?" Cyrus couldn't help but bring it closer, sniffing it carefully. "I told you; you’d be interested! I had the same reaction when I first saw the fragrance sachet," Melanie explained. "There are only four houses and a courtyard on the mountain. Occasionally, there are wild animals. The old lady doesn't have professional tools. She did it purely with her own skills." "Her skill in blending scents is probably no weaker than mine." Cyrus sighed. "Such a talented person living in seclusion in the mountains is truly a waste…" "Not necessarily." Melanie disagreed with Cyrus’s view. "She uses her skills to provide for her two children, and the family lives happily. Having talent doesn't necessarily mean achieving fame and success." Cyrus nodded in agreement. "When I left, I told her that I’d send her a set of professional tools to make it easier for her to create more and
The side door of Jeffrey's office opened, and the staff from the assistant department hastily escorted Isla out, as if they were afraid of being discovered by Melanie. Two assistants even purposely followed Isla, shielding her from Melanie’s sight... Melanie sneered inwardly. A meeting? And Isla was attending, too? She smirked when she glanced at the menu again. All the dishes she ordered were his favorites. Melanie's lips curled with a touch of coldness. With a flash in her eyes, she decisively picked up her phone and dialed the restaurant’s number. "Hello, has my order been started?" "Madam, your order is ready for delivery. It will arrive in about ten minutes," the waiter replied politely. "Please include some extra condiment packets," Melanie said nonchalantly. "Sure. May I ask what flavor you prefer?" "I love the spicy flavor. The insanely spicy one," Melanie pronounced each word decisively. "Alright. I'll add some extra chili oil for you," the waiter responded, sl
Melanie pursed her lips, refusing to respond. Jeffrey went around the table, and approached her. "I've just started a major project with Romero Corporation, and you know how scheming Luis can be. So, I need to keep a close eye on it, which might make me a bit busier." Melanie took a step back and maintained her distance, still not saying a word. "Is there anything else you want to know?" Jeffrey's eyes remained fixed on her face. "No," she stubbornly replied. Jeffrey didn't press further, and continued looking at her. He spoke slowly. "Earlier, the project team from Romero Corporation sent a few professional architects here. Isla came along with them." "Is that so?" Melanie raised her eyebrows. Although they came together, they didn’t leave together. "You didn't see them?" Jeffrey asked. "Why would I pay attention to them?" Melanie denied. Jeffrey's lips curled up into a knowing smile. "It seems like you haven't vented enough. Should I drink the rest of the soup?" "
Jeffrey looked at the clever woman before him, his eyes twinkling. Clearly, it was a provocation. Why was he so willing to go along with it? "I didn't mention it casually. Morgan Group’s advertising department is already working overtime on the proposal. It will be ready by tomorrow, and you can check it then. If you are dissatisfied with the conditions, feel free to suggest changes," Jeffrey said. Melanie smiled. "Sure. Well then, President Morgan. Please bring the proposal to Jones Enterprise at ten tomorrow. We can discuss it together." "No problem,” Jeffrey agreed. He and turned to instruct William to add this meeting to tomorrow's schedule, emphasizing its importance. William, stunned, touched his own chin. In front of his wife, Jeffrey willingly played the role of an intern delivering proposals. It was truly eye-opening. Having vented her anger, Melanie decided it was time to let Jeffrey focus on his work. She didn’t say anything more, and asked the driver to take her h