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

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.

"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

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

Wynne's eyes widened in surprise. Frederick's nonchalant tone revealed that he wasn't actually in pain.A sense of unease crept over Wynne as he summoned all his strength to squeeze harder, only to feel as though he were gripping a solid steel bar. On the other hand, Frederick remained no response. A sharp pain shot through Wynne's hand as Frederick squeezed harder, a smirk playing on his lips."Despite the intense pressure on my hand, I must bear the pain like a man, right? Isn't that what you said?" Frederick taunted him.Wynne's face paled. Determined not to appear weak in Anya's eyes, he gritted his teeth and endured the agony, sweat beading on his forehead.Frederick's smile widened as he applied even more force. Wynne's hand felt as though it were caught in a vice, and the pain was truly unbearable.He struggled desperately to free himself, but Frederick's grip remained unyielding.Finally, Wynne collapsed to the ground as he was still desperately pulling at his trapped h