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

crowded around Yvonne. “Miss Adler, we want some little oranges, too.” “Miss Adler, I want it too.”

reaching out to her from

seemingly heroic, her prize only amounted to three. Her small hands, while

larger portion reserved for the group to share–a seemingly equitable system. However, the scene resembled a somber distribution of rations

very content,

popped them into their mouths, their expressions surpassed Wilson’s earlier reaction.

was simply no comparison! Wilson’s earlier

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

“Seconded.

tucked the remaining two into their pockets, reluctant to eat them. They wanted to bring them back

must strongly persuade Mrs. Adler to consider going into the fruit business. Even auctioning them off at Horizon Tower would do.”

needs some

“Seconded.

arrived, it was as if their mouths had been

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

at. “Didn’t you say you were going home? Which home exactly-

mine!

unable to hide their embarrassment. They stiffly made room, awkwardly laughing as they shuffled toward

look, we

back at the stragglers heading for the door. She’d noticed their distraction during the meeting, but

minds started working quickly again, and their attitude felt younger. They

Mrs. Adler,

go

a vase aside and ran

forget what she was about to say. Upon seizing the opportunity, the others quickly slipped away, afraid of