He had told his mother that he couldn't take over the Valence Group. While he possessed the capability, the Valence Group was too vast for just anyone to manipulate. If he were to take it over, never mind expanding it, simply holding onto the Group would be a problem. Moreover, he lacked the ability to manage so many people; even Hansen Ruiz alone was enough to give him a headache.
He was self-aware; what wasn't his, or what he couldn't achieve, he wouldn't force.
Currently, he was very satisfied with his status: running his own kitchenware company and doing the things he liked. Just like Rebecca Hughes had said, doing what you like is the key to happiness and brings out the best in your abilities.
He liked kitchenware because he understood cooking.
At this mont, he was sitting in his office, flipping through the design samples of new products his company had developed.
KNOCK, KNOCK.
A knock, neither too light nor too heavy, sounded, followed by Rebecca Hughes's energetic voice, "Jas Horne, are you in there?"
Without a word, Jas stood up, design samples in hand. He walked to the door, opened it to let Rebecca in, then turned around and went back to sit on the sofa, continuing to look at his samples.
Rebecca visited so often that the secretary no longer needed to announce her. She would go straight to his door, knock, and then always ask if he was in, even though she knew he was.
"What are you looking at? The weather is really nice today. Let's go play billiards." Rebecca sat down next to Jas on the sofa, her bright eyes scanning the design samples in his hands as she spoke.
Jas remained silent, not looking at her.
"I drove a bit fast, got a little thirsty. I'll pour myself a glass of water, do you want so?" Rebecca casually placed her car keys on the coffee table, then stood up and asked as she headed out.
Jas just nodded indifferently, still not speaking.
Rebecca didn't mind his coolness; that was just how they were. She talked, he listened. Sotis she thought he didn't take in what she said, but other tis she realized he had heard every word.
Rebecca opened the office door and stepped out.
Seeing her, the secretary smiled and greeted her. "Rebecca, you're here again."
As Rebecca ca often and was naturally approachable, she quickly beca familiar with the secretary.
Rebecca smiled back and walked into the pantry as comfortably as if it were her own ho. She found coffee beans on a shelf and began to prepare a cup for Jas.
A little while later, she returned with two freshly brewed cups of coffee.
Her cup had milk; Jas's did not.
Jas didn't like milk in his coffee; he preferred it black. This was sothing Rebecca had learned through trial and error.
As she placed a cup of coffee before Jas, he finally spoke. "You could ask the secretary to make it next ti."
"The secretary has things to do; no need to bother her. If I can do it myself, I don't like to instruct others," Rebecca replied with a smile, sitting across from him.
Jas looked up at her, gave her a deep gaze, then retracted his eyes.
"What do you think about my suggestion just now?"
"Not much of anything."
"What does 'not much of anything' an? Do you want to go or not?" Rebecca asked persistently.
"Going is fine, not going is fine too." Jas picked up his coffee, took a couple of sips, and gave Rebecca an ambiguous answer.
He had played billiards before, but he didn't particularly like it.
"I have no idea what it takes to get you excited," Rebecca complained, sipping her coffee lightly. She continued, mostly to herself, "My coffee-making skills are improving. It tastes better every ti I brew it. Jas, how about this? Let's go to the seaside later. The weather is perfect for sailing—not too cold or too hot."
Jas glanced at her, his tone mocking. "Already changing plans? No billiards?"
"If you're not in the mood, billiards might be a bit dull and could make you feel worse. So, let's go sailing instead. My family has many boats; we can take one out to feel the sea breeze. When you're facing the vast ocean and the blue sky above, you'll find this world beautiful, and your mood will improve." Though Rebecca was a bit rambunctious and lacked a noble lady's refinent, her observation was keen; she could tell Jas was feeling down.
"Can you sail?"
"My family made its fortune through mariti business, so how could I not know how to sail? Don't worry, my skills are solid. I won't sail out to the middle of the sea and drop you into the ocean," Rebecca chuckled.
She wasn't just good at driving cars.
Jas fell silent again, thinking that a woman like Rebecca, who dared to race her Red Devil against him, could probably drive anything. Maybe if she had a plane, she'd even manage to fly it.
「Horne Family.」
In the study room located on the second floor, Gian Horne sat on the wooden sofa, while Mila Anderson stood across from him, holding an LV bag. She took out a piece of paper from the bag and glanced at Gian. Then, without much emotion, she placed the paper in front of him and said, "Gian, this is our divorce agreent. Take a look."
Divorce agreent?
Gian looked at his wife in surprise.
Was she really going to divorce him? She wasn't kidding!
And yet, despite being married for over thirty years, he realized he had never truly looked at his wife.
Her well-maintained face still showed the beauty of her youth. In fact, she was no less attractive than Pheobe Rogers. Why couldn't he appreciate his wife's beauty?
He rembered that at the beginning of their marriage, she had been a wife who revolved around him, took great care of him, and was utterly subservient.
Why was she now making nourishing soup for her daughter-in-law? Those were skills she had learned from taking care of him when she was younger. When she married him, she too had been a pampered young lady who had never cooked for anyone.
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