Kevin rolled his eyes at his assistant. In a cold voice, he said, "It's a piece of cake. I mean look at it, it's
nothing but a small plane!"
But the assistant's heart continued to flutter with fear. He wasn't convinced. Noticing his discomfort,
Kevin pulled out his pilot's license and waved it in front of him.
"Oh my God! Boss, when did you get your pilot's license? You're awesome!" the assistant gushed,
unable to hide his surprise.
"I got it when I studied abroad," Kevin said casually.
To his assistant, it seemed like a big deal. After all, it was a well-known fact that one had to meet very
strict conditions to become a pilot. Everyone knew that even passing the physical exam was a difficult
task. And here, Kevin had already passed the pilot's exam! This was quite an accomplishment.
From Kevin's tone, his assistant deduced that he had managed to pass the exam with ease. He
couldn't help but dwell on how amazing his boss was.
The assistant sat dumbfounded for a few minutes. Kevin snapped him back to reality and said, "Ask the
technical staff to process the collected information and send it to me in a week. I'll go back first."
He hadn't been home for several days. On one hand, he had to deal with Kim from the CY Group, and
on the other hand, he wanted to give Anne a grand surprise. He had a lot going on at the moment.
A day didn't go by when he didn't miss Anne. He was eager to see her. He missed her so much that the
mere thought of her brought a smile to his face.
The assistant noticed that Kevin was lost in thought. He let out a sigh.
In a western restaurant, Anne and Nicholas found seats in a corner.
A beautiful vintage chandelier was hung right in the middle. The table was reddish brown with dark
pattern. The light was dim and the curtains were drawn.
Anne sat in the middle and put Eddy in the corner. As there was glass next to him to protect him, she
was not afraid that he would fall.
Eddy was drooling over the mango pies on the table.
He reached out his tiny hand, but couldn't quite reach there. After several failed attempts, he sat
panting.
Nicholas looked at Eddy with a twinkle in his eyes. Seeing that Eddy couldn't reach the pie, he reached
out his hand and handed it to him.
Eddy had only a few teeth and so he chewed it slowly. While he munched on the crispy mango pie, no
sound came out since it was soaked in his saliva.
When Anne looked down at Eddy, a gentle motherly smile lit up her face.
"I see that you are quite protective of your child. You cannot stay without looking at him for more than 2
minutes," Nicholas said softly, admiring her.
"Eddy's health isn't very good. I'm finding a way to cure him. This is the least I can do for him," Anne
said, her tone suddenly turning sad.
She wanted to make sure she provided Eddy with enough love. Otherwise, he would be miserable in
his frail body.
"Eddy is so lucky to have a mother like you," Nicholas said.
At this moment, Eddy tried to stand up from his seat, but he slipped, almost crashing with the table.
Noticing this, Anne caught him and instinctively put her hand on the table.
Eddy was pushed safely back onto the sofa, but Anne's hand, which had collided with a knife, began to
bleed.
Seeing what had just happened, Nicholas was a little stunned. He didn't understand why Anne had to
put her hand on the table instead of just catching him.
It seemed like she had taken extra precaution. Didn't she care about getting hurt?
He gazed at her and asked, "Why did you have to put your hand on the table? Does it hurt too much?"
Nicholas put his hand into his pocket and took out some alcohol paper and Band-Aids.
Surprised, Anne asked, "Why did you bring these with you? Did you anticipate this?"
Anne found it quite strange but Nicolas behaved like this was the most normal thing. There was
something natural about the way he carried it.
"It's a habit I picked up when I was a child. For some reason, I couldn't get rid of it and stuck to it for
more than 20 years." Nicholas smiled and lowered his eyes.
"Well, quite a special habit," Anne said.
Seeing that Eddy had finished his mango pie, Anne stood up and carried Eddy from the sofa. Flashing
Nicolas a smile, she quickly said goodbye and left.
In the East Mountain Villa, it was eight o'clock in the evening.
It was a serene night and the light shone in every corner. Sitting on the balcony, Anne pursed her lips
with a faint look of disappointment.
She was holding a glass of hot water. As the wind blew, Anne shivered a little and tucked her hands
into her sleeves. She was as silent as the night.
"Miss Anne, please go back to your room. It is getting quite cold here. I don't want you to catch a cold,"
the servant said considerately.
Anne nodded, but didn't get up. Instead, she said, "Why hasn't Kevin come back yet? Is he busy with
some company work?"
As soon as she asked this question, she remembered something. The servant had said that Kevin
didn't like to discuss business matters at home. Realizing her blunder, her face darkened.
"I guess so. Mr. Kevin came back home very late last night. By then, you were already asleep. He didn't
want to wake you up." The servant recalled what happened yesterday.
"Well, when did he leave?" Anne queried.
Anne had woken up at seven o'clock in the morning, and by then, Kevin was gone. So she guessed he
must have left quite early.
"Mr. Kevin left at about six o'clock," the servant replied after giving it some thought.
Anne didn't ask further questions. She stood up and went back to her bedroom.
It was getting quite dark. Anne tossed and turned in her bed, unable to find sleep. However, a few
minutes later, she fell sound asleep. The hands of the clock in the living room chimed, indicating it was
one o'clock.
Outside, someone had arrived. Footsteps of that person approaching could be heard. A few seconds
later, the door was lightly pushed open. It was Kevin.
He looked at Anne, his eyes brimming with tenderness and affection. After a moment, he placed a
gentle kiss on her forehead.
Anne was a heavy sleeper. However, today his actions awoke her up. She realized Kevin was near her.
His gentle touch filled her with warmth but she didn't open her eyes.
She could feel that Kevin's face was less than twenty centimeters away from her. It would be
embarrassing to wake up now. If Kevin asked her what had woken her, would she have to tell his kiss
had done it? Or would she have to confess she had waited for him too long?
He would laugh at her. She decided it was best to feign sleep. She rolled over deliberately to avoid
facing him.
A few minutes later, Kevin got onto the bed and held Anne from behind gently, fearing that he would
wake her up.
Kevin couldn't see the faint smile that had appeared on Anne's face.
In the AN Group, Kevin sat on the sofa, his eyes fixed upon the cooperation proposal.
Seeing that it was sent by the KIA Group, he couldn't repress his sneer.
The coffee on the table was getting cold. Kevin, without giving a second thought, tore the papers into a
million tiny pieces.
'Ryan's shameless and pathetic! He hurt Anne terribly. And now, Anne has broken up with him. In spite
of all this, he has the audacity to ask for a cooperation with the AN Group. We have terminated
everything! How dare he ask for it once again?'
The assistant on entering was stunned to see shards of paper lying on the floor. "Boss, this is the
cooperation document of the KIA Group. Why did you tear it up?"
The assistant was oblivious of the feud going on between Kevin and the KIA Group. Kevin just flashed
him a sarcastic smile, not bothering with an explanation.
"Tell the KIA Group that the AN Group has no desire to cooperate with them. Also tell them this
decision will never change," Kevin spat out arrogantly.
"But the strength of the KIA Group can't be underestimated. Are you really going to turn down the
offer?" the assistant asked, genuinely concerned with his boss's behavior.
Recently, Kevin had done a lot of things that made no sense to his assistant. From the look of it, it
seemed like Kevin's goal was no longer to pursue more interests. Instead, he did things as he pleased.
'Perhaps he is making enough money already so he doesn’t care much,' the assistant reasoned.
"I don't care how powerful they are. I want you to pass my message to Ryan as soon as possible,"
Kevin said coldly.
At the headquarters of the KIA Group, Ryan sat in his spacious CEO office.
He had just received a reply from the AN Group.
As expected, his proposal had gotten a downright rejection.
"Boss, shall we draft a new document and request for a cooperation again? After all, cooperation can't
be achieved so easily," Ryan's assistant said, trying to comfort him.
Ryan looked at him and sneered. A gloomy look had entered upon his eyes.
"That won't be required. From this attempt, it is obvious that AN Group will never cooperate with us."
"Why?" the assistant asked, unable to understand why his boss sounded so sure of it.
"You can leave now," Ryan dismissed him.
The only reason Ryan had done this was to make Kevin believe that he valued him. It was according to
Nicholas's plan.
He knew with certainty that Kevin would never accept the offer. As he sat alone in the room, Ryan's
cold face turned even colder. "Kevin, your good days are coming to an end," he muttered under his
breath.
One day, he would make Kevin pay for all his deeds.
"What's wrong? Why are you so angry?" Nicholas's voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts.
"It looks like you lack common courtesy. Why are you here? You shouldn't forget this is my place. How
can you enter without my permission?" Ryan was in a bad temper. Nicholas instantly understood
something bad had happened.
"I'm sorry. But Mr. Ryan, you have to remember that we are allies."
As Ryan heard this, his expression softened. He realized there was no point in being angry at Nicholas.
He continued to brood over something, his face starting to show he was quite tired.
"Tell me, what's making you so unhappy?" Nicholas pried, curious to have it out of Ryan.
"Nothing," Ryan said calmly, doing a great job at suppressing his emotions.
In the old house of the Fu Family, pine needles and ginko leaves began to shed from their original
place.
The whole place had an ominous look, filling the onlookers with a sense of dread and desolation.
The door of the living room was wide open. Carl sat on the sofa, glancing out from time to time.
Eddy was arriving shortly, and Selma was looking forward to seeing him.
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