I let out a small laugh, still feeling a strange mix of relief and disbelief. For the first ti in years, I wasn’t signing sothing that would trap .
"Since I’m officially part of the company now," I said, tilting my head slightly, "does that an I finally have the right to know who Mr. Lan really is?" I added softly, "Maybe... at least learn his real na?"
Lando avoided my gaze, clearing his throat before speaking. "I don’t think so," he said. "Mr. Lan is a very private person. Most of the staff here don’t know his identity, including the celebrities."
I went quiet for a mont before asking, "But you do, don’t you?"
"I do," Lando said with a small nod. "I know him well enough. That’s why he gave us a wedding gift."
Yeah, a diamond necklace that humiliated Madeline in front of everyone.
"I see..." I murmured. "Then when will I be allowed to know who he really is? If I beco a famous actress, would I get the chance to et him in person?"
"I’ll tell him about that," Lando said. "But honestly, knowing his identity or not doesn’t really matter. He’ll still support you either way."
I lowered my head, staring at the floor. He was right, his identity wasn’t that important. But it still stung a little, knowing other people might know Lando’s secret while I, his wife, was kept in the dark.
Still, I couldn’t bla him. We hadn’t known each other for that long, and it was probably too risky for him to reveal sothing that big so soon.
He’d probably tell later... when we truly knew and trusted each other better.
"You’re right," I said finally, lifting my head and smiling. "Whether I know Mr. Lan’s identity or not won’t change my career. But at least... can you tell him that I’m really grateful for how well he’s treated ?"
Lando raised a brow. "But he hasn’t actually done anything for you yet."
"What do you an?" I asked. "He’s only taking twenty percent of my inco, that already shows he’s looking out for ."
I smiled wider, maybe a little too bright. "If soday he allows to get to know him, I’d love to invite him to dinner."
Lando’s tone turned slightly irritated. "You don’t need to have dinner alone with your boss."
I narrowed my eyes slightly, finding it amusing because it honestly sounded like Lando was jealous of his own alter ego.
Why was he getting worked up over his own alter ego?
"Alone?" I said with a teasing smile. "I was actually thinking of inviting him to our house, so we could have dinner with him together."
Lando relaxed almost instantly. "Oh... I see."
I bit back a laugh. Did he really think I’d leave him if I t a man richer than him? Was that why he sounded so defensive earlier?
I wasn’t entirely sure, but judging from his expression, it was very possible.
After all, he’d grown up among the wealthy and powerful. He must have seen countless stories of won leaving their partners for richer n, and n cheating on their wives the mont they found soone younger or prettier.
I could never understand people who cheat.
Why would anyone betray the person who had stayed by their side for so long, just to chase sothing new?
Maybe it was because they never truly knew their partners in the first place.
But Lando and I were different. We might have known each other for less than a year, but at least we trusted each other, and we felt safe together.
I would never trade him for soone richer. It was rare for to et a man who could make feel this secure the way Lando did.
"Soday... you’ll get to et Mr. Lan," Lando said suddenly. "But for now, all you need to know is that he’ll never put you in a difficult position in his company."
I smiled and nodded. "That’s reassuring," I said softly. "Thank you, husband. And... please tell Mr. Lan that I’m grateful for everything he’s done."
Lando gave a small nod before turning to discuss work details with Marissa. Since she’d be managing my schedule, I quietly let them talk it out.
About half an hour later, their discussion finally wrapped up. "Alright," Marissa said, standing up with a smile. "I’ll organize Helcia’s schedule carefully and slip in a few ad shoots here and there, so she doesn’t get too overwheld."
She began packing her things and picked up her bag. "Well, I should get going. I don’t want to annoy Xena by being late."
"Oh, you’re eting your wife?" I asked with a smile.
Marissa nodded. "Yeah. She just got back from a business trip, so I’m picking her up at the airport. I’ll grab a taxi, so you don’t need to co with ."
Before I could even say a word, Marissa was already heading for the door, leaving alone with Lando.
No... why did she have to leave alone with my husband?!
Oh, it was actually such a great thing—wait, no! It wasn’t great at all!
Like I said before, being around Lando in a work setting already felt a little awkward, and now, with Marissa gone, it felt even worse.
Did he want to leave too? He was probably busy... but there was sothing important I really wanted to talk about.
"Do you... have a bit of ti to talk?" I asked, my voice coming out more hesitant than I ant it to. "I... actually have sothing important to discuss."
Lando glanced at his watch, then looked back at with the sa uncertain expression I was wearing. It was almost funny how two married people could still be this awkward with each other.
"I actually have a eting in about ten minutes," Lando said. "But if you don’t mind waiting, would you like to stay here? The eting probably won’t take long."
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