Wesley shivered when he saw Graham's grin. Unsure whether to raise his glass, he reluctantly went along, forcing a smile. "Yes, yes! You'll wipe the floor with those guys, Mr. Bayer!"

"Will you assist me?" Graham asked.

"I..." He couldn't bring himself to respond.

"If you're willing to help, I can find ways to not only revive your struggling business but also elevate your success beyond imagination!"

Wesley scanned his surroundings, then reluctantly nodded while gnashing his teeth. -

It was evening when Maisie awoke.

The sunset streamed through the wall-to-ceiling window, casting a warm glow on the living room carpet. She rose quietly and found Daniel busy in the kitchen.

She smiled and playfully embraced him from behind.

At first, he was taken aback, but he soon turned around with a smile.

"The soup will be ready soon," he said.

was preparing truffle

The soup's temperature

at him. "With you here, I guess

work so hard anymore.

about my

take care of that, too,"

become useless if you

you this," he muttered softly,

himself. He felt indebted to her for everything, even the truffle and mushroom soup he was

gazed at him, asking,

with her

ready, and he served her a bowl. She

as they

big plans for the future. She didn't want to be a kindergarten teacher forever. She aimed to become a certified journalist and,

yet. She planned to buy a small one once she saved enough money and got her license,

to learn two more foreign languages, preferably less common ones, in case

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