Speaking of cars, Matthew looked at the macaron-blue Chevrolet Mini and winced in disgust.

Charles hurriedly explained, "My wife chose this car for me. She has a pink one. It took me hours to convince her to agree." Charles didn't actually want to lend his car to Matthew.

Moreover, Matthew and Valerie's apartment also belonged to Charles. It was purchased with his last year's bonus. He had it renovated a while ago. Matthew had taken the keys without mentioning it before moving in with his wife.

Matthew's face darkened, but he had no choice. He was driving this car the day he went to see Valerie, so the car and the apartment had become part of his disguise. His own houses were too expensive.

"The company will buy you a new apartment. Anywhere," said Matthew.

Charles sighed, then his face lit up with joy. "Thanks, Mr. Grant. That's very generous of you."

"Cut the crap. Where's the other thing I asked for?" Matthew asked. Charles hurriedly handed over a document: Valerie's Arcton profile.

Charles was confused. "Mr. Grant, did you really marry her? Why did you lie to her about your identity?"

Matthew answered without expression, "I married her because I owe her one. We'll divorce in six months and be even."

"I've seen Miss Warren's picture. She's gorgeous. What if you fall in love with her after living together for six months?" Charles asked curiously.

He had been Matthew's assistant for years and knew Matthew was a workaholic who loved meetings more than women. That's why he was so shocked by Matthew's sudden marriage.

Matthew sneered, "Charles, I just got three applications for your position yesterday." His voice was faint but full of threat.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Grant. Let's pretend that didn't happen." Charles felt chills down his spine and fled.

It was just a joke. Besides, Miss Warren is so good-looking in the picture. She must be even more stunning in real life. Living with her for six months and not feeling a thing for her? Impossible! "We'll wait and see, Mr. Grant," he thought.

It was a mid-July morning, and the breeze felt cool. Matthew watched Charles walk away before coldly turning and heading upstairs. As he walked, he casually flipped through the documents.

According to Valerie's profile, she was 25 years old and born in a small town in Kranson. She had an older brother, and after graduation, she landed a job at Arcton Cars, where she was last year's top seller.

Her background was clean, and she appeared to be an independent woman. "Who would have thought she's a gold digger?" Matthew couldn't help but think. "Does her family know she married a random guy? Or does she plan to hide from them just like I do?" Matthew suddenly remembered Charles's words, and his face went cold. "I will never fall for a gold digger, not even in ten years!" he thought angrily.