Morrison sounded impatient, “Spit it out.”

Riley coughed awkwardly again. “It’s pretty obvious that Mrs. Witt adores you.”

Morrison glanced at him coldly through the mirror. “Of course, did I need you to

tell me that?”

If it was so obvious, why hadn’t he pointed it out before? Now, after stirring up

this whole mess, did he really need Riley to state the obvious?

Riley, undeservingly scolded, stayed quiet for a moment.

Morrison shifted in his seat, fell silent, then suddenly asked irritably, “What are

you trying to say?”d2

Enter title…

Riley slowed the car down a bit, “Mr. Witt, it seems Mrs. Witt has returned to

your place?”

Morrison leaned forward and sure enough, he could see the car heading

towards the direction of their house. A flicker of brightness crossed his stony

face, but it didn’t last long as he leaned back into his seat, his expression

tangled.

She was home, yes, but with her fiery temper, he hadn’t quite figured out how to

approach her yet. He rubbed his temples and suddenly thought that maybe, just

maybe, he could take the Witt family to greater heights. Compared to dealing

with Rose, striking a high-stakes deal seemed like a piece of cake.

Should he thank Rose for bringing out his hidden capabilities? This was tough.

Way too tough. He had made his bed, now he had to lie in it. If he had known it

would come to this, he would have avoided doing those regrettable things in the

past.

How the tables have turned.

Having worked alongside Morrison for years, Riley knew his boss had the

emotional intelligence of a rock, yet there wasn’t much else to fault him for.

Loyalty was a given after all these years.

“Mr. Witt, Mrs. Witt loves you so much, she won’t want to see you struggle.”

At this, Morrison paused, then looked up at Riley. “What do you mean by that?”

Riley continued, “She wouldn’t want to see you in trouble, nor see you pitiful.

Women are actually quite easy to appease. Especially someone like Mrs. Witt

who loves you, she’ll be even easier to win over.”

Morrison’s gaze sharpened, “Go on.”

“You’ve always been too proud, but now that you’ve decided to throw your pride

out the window. Um, I mean…”

Riley coughed awkwardly, catching Morrison’s stern look in the rearview mirror,

a chill. “What I mean is that since things

more surprising

“What sort of things?”

his throat forcefully and after

prepared something for you. I guarantee it’s a foolproof plan.

to do it, it

“You prepared

some reason, I thought

in

villa, Megan and Molly were just stepping out,

didn’t approach. Instead, they

waiting for him.

hastily opened the door for Morrison. Morrison

some embarrassing things to Molly, and now he felt

compared to the past few days with

natural. Even his own mother didn’t make him feel

as Rose did.

“Are you leaving?”

him, huffed, and

“I’ve brought the lady back

You made this mess,

I’ve given you plenty of good advice, and

embarrassing us. Well, that’s on

hands in his pockets, mumbled a vague

intelligence of a brick? If

Rose, a divorce is in order. He can pack

as my granddaughter and find her a proper suitor.

her, I’ll flay them

Morrison a fierce look and whacked

of my

as Molly helped Megan down the

turned around. “Not

just irks me. Staying would shave

Morrison sighed.

car carrying them drove off, Morrison’s gaze

you prepared for me?”

to the car’s trunk, fumbled around, and finally emerged

something in hand.

curious, walked over and upon seeing what

you’ve

offered an awkward smile,

you thought I’d inevitably need

this time. Even though it was true, saying

Silence was akin

frustrated, gave Riley a smack on the head, “Getting bold,

you?”

chuckled, “So, are you going to

“Get lost.”

tossed it

towards the villa.

his hands, shaking his

regret.

What a waste.

Mr. Witt

happened was like having a

Witt like a carrot, half-threatening to

was always good for a

in disappointment, the

snatched from his

up, he found Morrison already turning

with an icy expression.

dumbfounded. It wasn’t until Morrison walked inside

him that Riley was jolted back to reality, catching

that had begun

really that cold outside? Even Mr. Witt’s ears had turned a frosty shade

red.

onion in his

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