In the Lap of Luxury by Unsweetened Chestnuts

That night, Grace recounted what had happened to her friends in their group chat.

"Both Aunt Hestia and Uncle Raymond are pretty healthy. So logically speaking, Xander shouldn't have any health problems." She lay on her huge bed, feeling very troubled.

Zoey was the first to reply. "This is hilarious! Why would you think that there's something wrong with his health?"

Emily sent a message. "Are you crazy? Any man in the world could have health problems, but not Xander."

Grace asked, "How do you know?"

Emily answered, "It's obvious! If I'm lying to you, then call me Benjamin's son."

Grace couldn't help bursting into laughter.

Then, Lydia said, "But now that you mention it, have you really gotten over Benjamin?"

Grace paused in the middle of typing. She thought for a moment, then told them her honest opinion. "I find him disgusting."

while, and then Grace suddenly thought of something. Amirate Corporation wanted a piece of the pie from the Black Friday sale. Hence, they would need some big brand names to support them, so she

voice message. "Babe, you'll need some clients with big buying power

sighed resignedly. "Of course, our main target is the low-end market. We'll leave the luxury goods to the

"I give you my full support. Contact me

interest for you. After all, Amirate reaching out to the commoners would be news that the world would like to see."

action quickly, and the next day she began to take over quality control. She monitored every live broadcast channel in

of Amirate establishing a multi-channel network organization spread quickly with

and everyone was eager to rely on strong

brands were also willing to

"Grace!"

just entered the Byte Technologies building when she heard a familiar voice.

"What is it, Mr.

beside Benjamin. They were obviously here to discuss

and said in a low voice, "Live commerce is a new field, and there have already been several red flags. Are you sure you want to get mixed up in this?" Grace

check my horoscope before I

"What?"

mean to say that I'm really unlucky. I met you the moment I came out, Mr.