Life at the Top

“Jasper’s back?” Dawson asked as he watched his daughter snoop around.

Wendy immediately tried to act natural and nodded, “Yeah. It was dawn when he returned, though.”

“This little brat. I’ll talk to him later, it’s no good screwing your body over just for work,” Dawson said.

“Weren’t you the same when you were young?” Wendy shot back.

Long used to his daughter taking Jasper’s side, Dawson stretched his neck to look at the room door behind Wendy and asked, “Did Jasper sleep in your room last night?”

Wendy immediately flushed and said embarrassedly, “Stop. What’s with all these questions? I told you he only got back at daybreak. He fell asleep the moment he came back, so what was I supposed to do? Pull him to his room?”

“Fair point. You’d never have the heart to do that,” Dawson teased with a playful chuckle.

“You are so annoying–I’m going to work!” Wendy quickly fled with her purse swinging behind her.

He’s finally

elated when he looked at the closed

grandchild’s on the

then, Tiffany’s voice

Schuler, you haven’t had

could you please prepare a bowl of hot porridge? Jasp’s back and he’s still sleeping, but he likes to have a bowl of porridge when he

when

she’s probably forgotten what her dad likes to eat

away in Wendy’s room,

would reprimand him from time to

I’m not kidding here. We’re going to be in a lot of trouble if Softwin gets wind of what went on

over a chair and sat by the bed before he said to

admit that his understanding of e-commerce is beyond our imagination, but he’s too naive. There’s no way the plan can be that

extremely different. Even we ourselves are going