Abandoned Super Cutie Adopted by Billionaire Clan

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Wilson sighed inwardly, clutching the cold orange. ‘Miss Adler may be Mrs. Adler’s daughter, but I need to be on my toes around Mrs. Adler and can’t afford any distractions.

I can’t treat them the same.

But with Miss Adler, I only need to be upfront and sincere about my intentions–she’s remarkably easy to persuade thought Wilson, who, having achieved his goal, stepped aside with a smile to peel an orange.

Eyes glued to him, the onlookers watched as he popped the orange into his mouth. Two chews were all it took before a look of astonishment washed over Wilson’s face. His eyes then lit up, his cheeks flushing with excitement. “This is the best orange Ive ever had!” he declared.

He was already struggling to control his emotions, convinced that people in their mid–30s didn’t generally need to expres their excitement. However, others misinterpreted his restrained expression as something more extreme.

“That’s a bit of a stretch, Wilson…”

“Right. Although it does look sweet.”

Those who chose not to eat seemed jealous, as if they thought he was showing off on purpose.

Wilson was too preoccupied to notice them. The sensation, he knew, was beyond words the taste of the small orange, the smooth, comforting feeling as it went down his throat. And he knew he wasn’t exaggerating

The weather was dry and cold now. Even if Wilson didn’t leave his coffee daily, as long as he ate something heavy, his throat would hurt like it was on fire. But now, his throat was unexpectedly rejuvenated.

He finally understood how his wife felt when she brought the oranges home last week. He wanted to always remember these oranges as the medicine that soothed his throat.

Deep in thought, Wilson tucked the orange peel into his pocket. It’s still useful, he mused inwardly. I’ll dry it when I get home. It’s perfect for headaches, stuffy noses, and fevers. At that moment, Wilson, who had lived extravagantly his entire life, instinctively learned the value of frugality.

The others realized he might be serious when they saw him carefully store the orange peel. After working together for almost a decade, they knew each other better than anyone.

They knew Wilson wouldn’t act this way, even if he were acting, so the only possibility was that the orange was genuinely delicious

Yvonne. “Miss Adler, we

so many hands reaching out to her from the

gesture, she snatched a handful from the basket, her open hand closing tightly around it. Though seemingly heroic, her prize only amounted to three. Her small

to receive one, with a larger portion reserved for the group to share–a seemingly equitable system.

very content, understanding the

them into

of deliciousness–there was simply no comparison! Wilson’s earlier

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what you just said this is the best orange I’ve

“Seconded.

one, they tucked the remaining two into their pockets, reluctant to eat them. They

way, next time I must strongly persuade Mrs. Adler to consider going into the fruit business. Even auctioning them off

Tiecoon Hall needs some too.”

“Seconded.

as Tinley arrived, it was as if their mouths had been sewn shut- not a single word came out,

outside and saw them gather around Yvonne. There wasn’t a trace of surprise on her face, as if she had expected this all along. Her indifferent gaze swept over them, pausing when it landed on the orange peels in their hands.

sharp, but a smirk was hinted at. “Didn’t you say you

mine!

awkwardly laughing as they shuffled toward the door. “Well, we just missed Miss Adler and wanted to come by and see

just taking a look, we didn’t

She’d noticed their distraction during the meeting, but hadn’t wanted to call attention to the repeated data

They were having fun with Yvonne. It

Adler, we’re

will surely go

seemed about to speak, but Yvonne, sitting in a chair, set a vase aside and

forget what she was about to say. Upon seizing the opportunity, the others quickly slipped away, afraid of being stopped if they were too slow.