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The force of the collision shoved the Mercedes-Benz aside. The security guards in the residential area felt a chill run down their spines at the loud crash.

What a spectacle! Rich people certainly know how to have fun, don't they? Just look at how that Bentley collided with the Mercedes-Benz without a second thought! The repair costs alone could be half our lifetime salaries!

"Mackenzie? Mackenzie!" Hubert tried to follow her, but a security guard prevented him from entering.

"Mackenzie, I love you! I will make you fall in love with me and marry me one day!" he declared.

The more rudely Mackenzie treated him, the more it fueled his determination to win her over. Mackenzie remained unfazed in her Bentley, but her driver was amused.

I can't believe a rich heir is fawning over Ms. Quillen. He has no idea she's already married!

After exiting the car, Mackenzie took the elevator upstairs alone.

"Ms. Quillen, you're back!" Emmanuel greeted her.

To his surprise, Mackenzie merely scoffed.

Did I offend her again? I don't remember anything, though.

Soon, Mackenzie showered and returned to her room, locking the door behind her as usual. It was still early, and Emmanuel wasn't sure if she'd eaten dinner. However, he didn't dare ask; she seemed angry.

Just then, Emmanuel received a call from Ryder, who was waiting downstairs at Yociam Residence and wanted to talk. Emmanuel quickly went downstairs.

"Ryder, what happened? Why are you here so late? Did Shawn ask you for money again?"

Ryder shook his head, a grin spreading across his face. "No, it's stranger than that. He burst into your house, said he'd gone to the wrong place, and then ran off. He hasn't mentioned the debt since."

That struck Emmanuel as odd, too. As a doctor, he didn't believe in possession, but it seemed the only explanation for Shawn's strange behavior.

"Manny, I brought you some peaches. Here you go. Share them with your wife!" Ryder hauled a box of peaches from his electric bike and handed it to Emmanuel.

"Ryder, did you come all this way just to deliver peaches?" Emmanuel was touched, but not surprised by his generosity. Ryder had always been this way, often bringing gifts or just spending time. He valued family, treating Emmanuel and Roselynn like siblings.

"I wasn't coming here on purpose. I work at a plantation as a fruit distributor. I just happened to be passing by and thought I'd drop in!" Ryder explained, hopping back on his bike.

Emmanuel wanted to invite him upstairs but knew Mackenzie wouldn't like it. Feeling guilty, he waved goodbye.

"By the way, Ryder, remember Tommy needs nutrients? I'll give you some money for supplements," Emmanuel offered. He knew Ryder wouldn't accept payment for the fruit, so he needed another way to give him money.

Ryder waved dismissively. "I don't need your money. I can work and earn enough. If you have money, spend it on your wife. Buy her something she likes, like jewelry or makeup." He said this knowing Emmanuel's situation.

Emmanuel felt bad watching Ryder speed away on his old electric bike. He thought impoverished people cherished family more than the wealthy, who tended to be guarded and cautious. Uncle Benny might be rich, but he never lends us money. Mackenzie is also wary of me.

Feeling down, Emmanuel headed upstairs with the peaches. He wanted to share them with Mackenzie; they were delicious. To his astonishment, he found himself locked out—he'd left his keys upstairs.

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"What's going on? I don't remember locking the door," Emmanuel muttered, trying to open it. He was sure he only closed it. Only one possibility existed: Mackenzie must have locked it. Likely she didn't know I was out and locked it when she passed the living room, as it was nearing bedtime. What do I do now?

He knew ringing the doorbell wouldn't work if Mackenzie was in her room. The excellent soundproofing and her room's location meant she wouldn't hear it. He had no choice but to call her.

Since signing the agreement, their relationship had become tense. Even calling made Emmanuel nervous; he feared Mackenzie would lose her temper. This hadn't happened before. He knew Mackenzie disliked being disturbed while resting and turned off her phone while sleeping. He was prepared to spend the night outside if she didn't answer. After all, I've slept outside once when I was drunk.

Unexpectedly, she answered, but nobody spoke. He tried again; the call disconnected. What's the meaning of this? Emmanuel was flabbergasted. Mackenzie hadn't answered despite her phone being on!

Meanwhile, Mackenzie was awake in her room. She'd purposely locked the main door, even knowing Emmanuel was outside. She couldn't explain her actions, but perhaps seeing Emmanuel and Claudette together earlier had prompted her. They looked more compatible, so I decided to give them my blessing. Well, go and find Claudette since you can’t enter the house!

In Mackenzie's mind, Emmanuel was a love scammer who'd become a gynecologist to get close to his victims. He didn't love them; he married them for his benefit. Yes, that must be it! Grandpa has fallen for his scam! If I bear him a baby boy (which won't happen, but if it does), he'll find a way to get Grandpa's ten billion!

Mackenzie felt Emmanuel had changed his strategy and secretly made a backup plan after she forced him to sign the agreement. Claudette was his backup. Her family might not be as prestigious as Mackenzie's, but she was still someone of standing and naive, making her more susceptible to deception. That must be why he started to pursue her. Yes, no doubt about it!

The more Mackenzie thought about it, the firmer she became in her belief, so she refused to answer his calls. Finally, the phone stopped ringing.

Meanwhile, Emmanuel was prepared to spend the night outside. But he couldn't resist sending a voice message: "Ms. Quillen, you've locked the door, and I can't get in. I need to prepare for work tomorrow; please leave my key under the doormat when you leave. Thank you!"

He prepared to leave. He wasn't worried about spending the night outside—he knew a suitable spot. Finding lodging for a night wouldn't be difficult, even without ID, if he was willing to pay.

At that moment, the apartment door and the elevator door opened simultaneously. Mackenzie, in thin sleepwear, stood at the door and sneered, "What's the matter? Going to look for your backup?"

Emmanuel's brows furrowed. He was baffled. Irritated by his reaction, Mackenzie scoffed and started to close the door. Emmanuel reacted quickly, grabbing the door before it closed. Given a choice, I'd rather not go through this hassle and spend the night outside.

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Mackenzie ignored him and headed back to her room.

"Wait, Ms. Quillen!" Emmanuel called after entering and locking the door. "Did I step on your toes? Why are you acting so angry? What do you mean by 'looking for a backup'? Let's settle this now!"

Emmanuel's tone was assertive; no man had spoken to Mackenzie like that before. Mackenzie glanced back, her eyes icy. Seeing her expression, Emmanuel knew she held a grudge. Mackenzie hid her feelings well, except from Emmanuel; she showed him her emotions without reservation.

"How did you get back earlier?"

"What do you mean?" Emmanuel's brows furrowed.

"Which woman sent you home?" Mackenzie raised her voice, her tone colder.

A sudden realization dawned on Emmanuel. So it's because she saw Claudette sending me home?

"Emmanuel, listen!"

Seeing Emmanuel didn't respond, Mackenzie became frustrated and warned, "I may not like you, but I'm still your legal wife. I expect respect and no cheating. Otherwise, it'll be a problem even after we divorce. I don't care if you want to date a young heiress, but not while we're married. Do you understand?"

Emmanuel found her words so ridiculous he laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Mackenzie was furious. How dare he? Is he tired of living?

Emmanuel strode toward her. Mackenzie was flustered when she saw his intense gaze. She stuttered, "W-What are you doing?" She looked around for a weapon.

Before she could escape, Emmanuel pinned her against the wall. Shocked and furious, Mackenzie glared at him. What audacity!

"Listen!" Emmanuel ignored her feelings and yelled, "Ms. Lenoir sent me home! She was my patient before I met you. We're friends, but why do we look like a cheating couple in your eyes?"

Mackenzie bit her lip. "You…" She couldn't rebuke him; she hadn't caught them doing anything wrong. It was her imagination. Gosh! When did I become like this?

Emmanuel continued, "A person with a black heart is blind to goodness. You're beautiful, yet you see the world with tainted eyes. I have nothing to hide from my relationship with Ms. Lenoir. You portray us as a cheating couple and assume I was with her if I'm not home."

The closer Emmanuel's face got, the stiffer Mackenzie became. She didn't know if it was her misandry or nervousness. She was tempted to kick him, but she didn't move and couldn't speak.

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"Please don't jump to conclusions like that again, Ms. Quillen. People might think you're jealous." Emmanuel stepped away.

"Hmph! I told you I don't like you. Why would I be jealous?" Mackenzie wouldn't admit a man could make her jealous. Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

"Good point." Emmanuel laughed. "You mentioned you wouldn't mind if I spoke to other women after marriage. I never did. Why the sudden change?"

Mackenzie wheezed with rage. "It's a matter of pride! I'm worried about people finding out about your indiscretions!"

Emmanuel regarded her calmly. "I see. But your actions made it look like you were jealous."

"Stop dreaming! I don't like men, and I like you even less!" Mackenzie clenched her teeth. The mighty CEO is losing to the gynecologist.

"There's no need to emphasize your dislike. I don't really like you either; I just need a wife to please my mother, so she stops trying to set me up! I'm worried she won't take our divorce well." Emmanuel was frank. "You can blackmail me, but don't accuse me of infidelity. You want your reputation, but not at the cost of my innocence."

He noticed Mackenzie didn't argue like other girls; she considered his point. She regained her composure and said quietly, "I'm sorry. I was hasty."

Emmanuel was surprised. He laughed. "No worries. I'm glad we cleared this up. Tell me if anything's bothering you instead of dropping hints like last night!"

"Hmph! I know that." Mackenzie returned to her room. Of course, I know that! I tell my employees the same thing, and I hate presumptuous people. How did I become like that tonight? She realized her company was making her uncertain. This guy is such a jinx!

Emmanuel returned to his room. I was hurt earlier; my claim of not liking Mackenzie was untrue. Fortunately, she didn't notice. The rest of the night was silent.

The couple awoke early. Mackenzie was leaving when she found a large stack of boxes at the door—Hubert's gifts from the day before. Frowning, she called the guards.

"Ms. Quillen, Mr. Verkade left these as a gift. It was late last night, so we delivered them this morning to avoid bothering you," the head guard explained respectfully. No matter how hard Mackenzie tried to hide her wealth, the guards knew she was very rich.

"I see." Mackenzie hung up indifferently; the gifts were trash to her.

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"Get rid of this crap, Emmanuel, if you're free."

"What crap?" Emmanuel hurried to the entrance and was startled by the items. Besides the fiery-crimson roses, the boxes contained valuable herbs—many for Mackenzie's recovery, and others were supplements. Even though he was a gynecologist, he knew their value. All together, these are worth at least three hundred thousand!

"Are you sure you're not mistaken? You want these thrown away?" Emmanuel asked, flabbergasted.

"They're from my admirer. Should I keep them?" Mackenzie grinned, pleased with herself. He's not the only one with an admirer. Mine would kick his admirer's as!*

Emmanuel wasn't in the mood to argue. "Send them back if you won't accept them. It's a waste to throw them away! I won't allow it!"

"In my mind, they're trash. Do what you want." Mackenzie left. Emmanuel's calls were ignored.

He couldn't send them back without knowing the sender and couldn't throw them away; it was wasteful, so he decided to take them home. I'll gladly throw the roses, though. Mackenzie was still his wife; he wondered who dared send her flowers.

He mulled it over at work before texting Mackenzie, asking if he could take the supplements home if she didn't want them, clarifying they were for Tommy. Mackenzie replied instantly: Whatever you like. They're as good as gone to me. Since their argument, she'd stopped accusing him.

With Mackenzie's permission, Emmanuel went to Ryder's house after work. Ryder refused to accept them, calling them too expensive.

"Just take them, Ryder. I didn't pay; I took them from home for Tommy. We don't use them anyway."

"No way, Manny. I fear your wife will object to you giving us things from your house." Ryder knew the world. Even if Mackenzie didn't object, she might remember it, harming their marriage.

"Don't worry, I asked Mackenzie, and she agreed. Otherwise, I wouldn't bring them!" Emmanuel persuaded Ryder to accept the boxes.

After leaving the gifts, Emmanuel rushed to his part-time job and didn't stay for dinner. After he left, Abellyn emerged, her eyes glinting at the valuables.

"Excellent! We'll make a fortune selling them!"

"Don't even think about it. They're for our son!" Ryder knew his wife would sell them to play poker. Abellyn flew into a tantrum. "Go, then! Take it all! Don't stop Shawn from coming for me! Let him take me to the bathhouse and pay off my debt!"

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Ryder had never won an argument against his wife. They agreed to give Shawn the supplements to offset eighty thousand from her poker debt. Shawn wasn't even thinking about collecting the debt, so he didn't refuse when she delivered them herself. Out of curiosity, he asked quietly, "Are you related to Ms. Quillen, who was at your uncle's house the other day?"

Ryder was Emmanuel's older cousin, but Emmanuel's father was older than Ryder's. Even more bizarre, Ryder was younger than Benny. Ryder's father had fathered him at seventeen. The age difference in the Lowe family was odd.

"She's my cousin-in-law's wife, Emmanuel. What about her? You don't have a crush on her, do you? You men are pigs!" Abellyn pinched Shawn's waist. Though she feared him, she was trying to seduce him; she thought being with Shawn, the rich man's son, was better than Ryder, a pauper.

"I didn't! Don't say that. I would never dare!" Shawn denied vehemently, afraid she was testing him. Even a rich man's son wouldn't dare fantasize about Mackenzie.

Abellyn grew curious at his panic. "You were joking, right? What women do you not dare court?"

"Watch your mouth, Abellyn! I'm keeping the gifts, and you can consider your debt written off. You'd better get going!" Shawn sent Abellyn and her husband away, reeling from the discovery that the cold CEO of Terence Group was married. What is going on?

Shawn's father had business with Verkade Group; he had a long-standing relationship with them. He tried to curry favor with Hubert, a playboy like himself. He knew Hubert coveted Mackenzie. How could she have gotten married? To find out, Shawn hurriedly sought an audience with Hubert, under the pretense of delivering a gift.

"I heard a rumor, Mr. Verkade. Ms. Quillen is married, it seems!"

"Who would spread such vile lies?" Hubert, savoring his coffee, impassively denied it. He clearly didn't believe it.

"Uh, a woman I play poker with," Shawn answered truthfully.

"Do you actually believe gossip from a poker table? She's known for her misandry. Even I couldn't approach her. Besides, I've been watching her. Do you think I wouldn't find out if she got married?"

"Indeed! You have a point. That woman shares such lousy gossip. I'm just passing it along. Anyway, I'm here today with some gifts." Hubert's conviction was further bolstered after Shawn's confession. Shawn placed the boxes before Hubert. Hubert did a double-take. What is this? Why do these boxes look so familiar? He was stunned to discover they were exactly like the items he'd sent Mackenzie the day before.

"Where did you get this, Shawn?" Hubert demanded, frowning.

Shawn, assuming Hubert disliked the gift, quickly lied. "My father bought it abroad. It's all branded, with proven efficacy!"

"These are local produce. Your father bought these abroad?" Hubert gaped, confused.

Shawn was a gambler; common sense wasn't his strong suit, but deception was. "That's right! Here's something you might not know, Mr. Verkade. Many traditional medicine practitioners were exiled during the war. These herbs, grown abroad, are the true produce of our motherland!"

"Is that so?"

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Fortunately for Shawn, Hubert was another imbecile. He relaxed his brow and laughed. "Just as well. I can gift it to Mackenzie!" He was convinced she'd be moved by his sincerity. He left to get another bouquet of roses and arrived at Yociam Residence to intercept Mackenzie. Why would Mackenzie live here instead of at the Quillen residence? He assumed it was closer to her office.

Mackenzie pulled up in her Bentley.

"Mr. Verkade is here again, Ms. Quillen!" the driver announced.

Mackenzie glanced over and ordered coldly, "Don't stop. Step on it and dash in!"

"Yes, Ms. Quillen!" The driver raced into the residential area.

"Mackenzie! Mackenzie!" Hubert called, but Mackenzie ignored him. Her bodyguard stopped him. Mackenzie had bolstered her security team since her assault.

Hubert implored the guard to give Mackenzie his gift.

Later, Emmanuel arrived home and saw the gifts and roses again. Dmn. What is going on? He'd thrown the roses away and given the gifts to his cousin, yet they reappeared. Is this déjà vu?* He opened the door and found Mackenzie in the living room with a face mask on.

"I promise I threw them away yesterday, Ms. Quillen!" Emmanuel explained. "I have no idea how they reappeared!"

Mackenzie felt an impulse to laugh at his panic. She withheld the truth, wondering aloud, "These things might be cursed. I'll leave it to you to dispose of them again!"

"Uh… all right!" Emmanuel agreed. Then he took a closer look. He was certain they were the same ones he'd given his cousin. How could they have come back?

The following day, Emmanuel went to Ryder's house again, determined to find out the truth. Seeing the same gift, Ryder looked horrified.

"Another batch, Manny?" Ryder thought Emmanuel had brought another set.

"Where are the ones I gave you yesterday, Ryder?"

"Ah, we… uh… finished it!" Ryder didn't dare tell the truth; Emmanuel had given them to Tommy.

"Is that so?" Emmanuel was confused. Could I have been mistaken? These gifts look exactly the same!

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"Yes, that's it." Ryder was reluctant to take more and continued lying. "We've got more than enough already. You should take these back!"

Emmanuel smiled wryly, rubbing his nose. If he took them back, Mackenzie wouldn't let him off the hook. He left the items at Ryder's place and said, "We have many more at home; they're gifts others send my wife daily. It's beyond tiresome! Ryder, do us a favor and help us clear some out. It'll do Tommy good to eat more, as well."

What? Ryder and his wife were stunned. Is this what it's like to be rich? While we struggle to afford supplements, Emmanuel treats them like trash?

"Well, I must be off!" Emmanuel left the gifts and left.

"Daddy, Uncle Manny is so rich! Mackenzie is so capable, and she's really pretty, too!" Tommy exclaimed.

"Yes, your uncle has truly found a good wife," Ryder said with heartfelt admiration.

Emmanuel was the last of the three brothers to marry. They worried he wouldn't find a wife, yet he'd ended up with possibly the best. However, his praise for Mackenzie stirred dissatisfaction in Abellyn. She could tolerate her son's praise but found Mackenzie cloying. She's only two years younger than me. How dare she ask Tommy to call her by her first name? She must be thinking 'Aunt Mackenzie' makes me sound old, huh?

Hearing her husband praise Mackenzie, she lashed out. "What's the matter, Ryder? Are you jealous that Emmanuel has such a beautiful and rich wife?"

Ryder knew his wife was jealous and quickly explained, "No, not at all! Emmanuel is like my younger brother. I'm just happy he's found a good wife."

"Happy for him, you say?" Abellyn sneered. "I think you fancy his wife and think I'm old, useless, and frivolous, right? Great! If you're so unsatisfied with me, let's divorce!" She stormed off to pack her belongings, leaving Ryder stunned. He quickly ran after her. Tommy was startled by the fight and cried.

"What's gotten into you, woman? When did I ever express my dissatisfaction with you?" Ryder asked helplessly. He was at his wit's end. He'd married Abellyn because she was young and beautiful, and he thought he could handle her temper. She was more unreasonable than he anticipated, always quick to fly into a rage and threaten divorce. Now that their child was six, divorce wasn't a light decision.

Abellyn was secretly pleased, knowing she had Ryder wrapped around her finger. She was certain he couldn't leave her, which only encouraged her petulance.

"Ryder, do you remember what you promised when we got married? You said you'll never be interested in another woman and will love only me forever!" Abellyn remarked.

"Of course, I remember!" he replied impatiently. "How could I ever be interested in my cousin-in-law? I merely acknowledged her kindness since she has presented gifts to our family twice."

"Hmph! You're just envious of Emmanuel's luck. You think I'm not good as his wife! Well, go live with her, then!" Abellyn hollered, throwing a pillow at her husband. The couple bickered; Tommy cried. Ryder decided it wasn't worth arguing further. Emmanuel was oblivious to the storm in his cousin's house.

When he returned home, Mackenzie immediately ordered, "Emmanuel, pick me up at Azure Business Club at nine tomorrow evening."

"Uh, why?" Emmanuel asked.

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Emmanuel was curious; Mackenzie had never asked him to pick her up before.

"As your wife, I'm asking you to pick me up. Why are you asking so many questions?" she retorted.

Emmanuel was speechless and nodded.

The following evening, Emmanuel arrived on his electric scooter, still puzzled. Is she asking me on a date? He shook his head. What nonsense am I thinking?

A beautiful woman in business attire emerged from the club. Her white blouse, tight black skirt, silver heels, and flesh-colored stockings were captivating. Staggering slightly, she resembled an enchanting nymph. It was Emmanuel's wife, the cold CEO of Terence Group. She had a dazed look and an unusual blush.

"What's the matter, Ms. Quillen?" he asked.

At the sound of Emmanuel's voice, Mackenzie relaxed. "Emmanuel! Hurry up! Take me away!"

Hubert had gone mad. The day before, he'd set up 999 roses at Terence Group's headquarters to confess his love. The employees were in an uproar. Tired of the gossip, Mackenzie had called Gautier.

Upon hearing of his brother's display, Gautier had sent someone to drag Hubert home. He apologized to Mackenzie, admitting he couldn't control Hubert and suggested she find a way to nip his infatuation in the bud.

Mackenzie told Gautier to inform Hubert she already had a boyfriend. Gautier agreed it was a great idea but said it would be useless if Hubert didn't see Mackenzie's boyfriend in person.

Mackenzie agreed to a business chat with Gautier at Azure Business Club. She wanted to find out if Gautier was behind her ambush and let Hubert meet her boyfriend. But Gautier didn't show up; only Hubert did, and she ended up having a few drinks with him.

Around nine, Mackenzie mentioned her boyfriend was coming and stepped outside. The alcohol hit her hard, causing her to stagger. Emmanuel quickly helped Mackenzie onto his scooter just as Hubert hurried out.

"Mackenzie!" Hubert called, jogging to keep up. He hadn't believed Mackenzie had a boyfriend. The sight of a man picking her up on an electric scooter amused him. I understand Ms. Quillen is rejecting me, but why someone so… mediocre? This is ridiculous!

Before Hubert could catch up, ruffians sprang from the shadows, encircling Emmanuel and Mackenzie.

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"Hey, gorgeous. How about you spend some time with us?" the leader flaunted his hairy chest. His lackeys seemed like trained fighters, not common ruffians.

Emmanuel frowned. He'd dealt with true thugs and knew these were different.

"Hey, don't be impulsive," Emmanuel stepped forward to stop Hubert from acting recklessly.

However, the ruffians were beaten by Hubert, who fought off seven attackers alone.

"Isn't this too fake?" Emmanuel and Mackenzie said simultaneously. Emmanuel even wanted to ask how much they were paid.

"Gautier is so despicable!" Mackenzie remarked icily. She figured out who'd conspired the scene. Gautier claimed he wanted to drive his brother to despair, but he was actually helping Hubert woo her. Mackenzie knew Hubert would become even more troublesome.

"Mackenzie, are you all right?" Hubert was puzzled by the turn of events. He'd saved the damsel in distress in front of Mackenzie's decoy boyfriend. I understand that the high and mighty Ms. Mackenzie Quillen is trying to reject me, but why on earth has she chosen someone so… mediocre?

"Are you blind? They didn't even touch me. I'm perfectly fine. Now get lost!" Mackenzie retorted coldly.

Hubert felt hurt. Despite his heroic attempt, Mackenzie treated him poorly. Reality is indeed a far cry from novels.

"Emmanuel, let's go!" Mackenzie ordered, filled with rage. Your mission is to pick up your wife. Why don't you understand? If you don't have a car, at least rent one, or hail a taxi. How could you be so clueless as to arrive on an electric scooter? How embarrassing!

"Sure," Emmanuel replied. He didn't understand why Mackenzie was angry and thought she was annoyed by Hubert. Yes, that must be it.

Hubert was convinced Mackenzie was dissatisfied with her decoy's performance. He tried to catch up but failed.

Surprisingly, the seven ruffians scrambled to their feet and charged at Emmanuel with wooden sticks. What in the world? Emmanuel scowled. They were tame with Hubert but fierce with him. This is a flagrant double standard!

"Emmanuel, be careful!" Mackenzie knew what the ruffians were after; they were hired by Gautier to aid Hubert. She'd arranged for her bodyguards to protect her but couldn't let Emmanuel know.

Smack! Emmanuel snapped a wooden stick in two with a punch.

"That was… amazing!" Hubert acknowledged Emmanuel's strength. The decoy that Mackenzie has found is indeed skilled.

Emmanuel protected Mackenzie. Even though he suffered multiple beatings, he beat all seven ruffians without serious injury. Hubert was stunned. He is a fighter!

Another wave of attackers surged. Emmanuel cursed; they were well-prepared. Thankfully, Mackenzie's bodyguards arrived, intercepting the attackers.

"Hurry up and go!" Mackenzie pinched her dazed husband.

"All right, let's go!" Emmanuel scooped up Mackenzie and made a swift exit. He's so strong! Mackenzie was in awe. She knew Emmanuel was no ordinary man. Grandpa's foresight is ruthlessly astute.

"Don't let the woman escape! Chase them!" a ruffian shouted.

In the shadows, a handsome man seethed with fury. A bunch of useless trash! They can't even capture a drugged woman! His plan had failed.

Emmanuel and Mackenzie hailed a taxi and went back to Yociam Residence. Emmanuel brewed coffee for Mackenzie.

"Here, Mackenzie, drink this. It'll help you feel better." Supporting Mackenzie, Emmanuel was prepared to help her drink the coffee. Unexpectedly, she was sensitive to his scent. She toppled him onto the bed.

What the h⭑U? Underneath her, enveloped by her body, Emmanuel momentarily lost all strength. Mackenzie's gaze was clouded, her consciousness fuzzy; her face leaned into his. Emmanuel, a gynecologist, felt an immediate spark. Even he found it incredible he was responding so intensely. His heart pounded wildly.

"I'm feeling so hot…" Unaware she was drugged, Mackenzie felt a primal desire. She grasped at her blouse; buttons popped off. This… feels so good.

Emmanuel was still immobilized. I am indeed an ordinary man.

"Please… Please help me. I feel so uncomfortable…" she pleaded, her eyes half-closed, her voice a mixture of complaint and moan. Emmanuel felt his heart was on the brink of explosion. He enjoyed the feeling but was unnerved. What should I do?