Chapter 27

“Models make a good living,” he said.

He stared at her. “Sister, do you think I make too little money?”

“Ah, no!” she said quickly. “I just want you to have a better life.” Perhaps this was all there was to her life, but she wanted something better for him.

“I will have a better life. When the time comes, I can give you whatever kind of life you want,” he told her seriously. This was just a game for him, but in that moment, he genuinely wanted to give her a better future.

For him, it would be effortless. A snap of his fingers, and it would be done.

Grace laughed. She doubted he could give her the life she wanted. However, she didn't want to hurt his feelings, so she said, “Okay, okay, then I’ll wait until you earn a lot of money—and then you can take care of me. That way, I’ll be able to live comfortably as someone who knows nothing except relying on you.”

He snorted at her sarcasm. “Great. Glad we’re agreed.”

The next day, in the break room, Terrence overheard colleagues talking.

“Have you seen Mr. Reed’s sweater today?”

“No, what’s wrong?”

“It seems to be an Amazon item.”

“Are you sure? How is it possible for Boss Reed to be wearing such mainstream clothes?”

“I don’t think it’s possible either. Could it be a branded imitation? Nonetheless, it looks different on Mr. Reed. I should buy one for my husband too.”

“Hey, send me the link later!”

Terrence’s body trembled, and he silently left the break room. He lacked the courage to tell them Mr. Reed’s sweater was a cheap sale item; he’d even seen another employee wearing the same one.

Mr. Reed hadn't said anything, only glancing calmly at the colleague, who looked shocked, seemingly disbelieving his boss wore the same clothes as he did.

Terrence returned to the president’s office and looked at his superior, who had removed his jacket and was reading documents at his desk. With his hair tied back, the sweater gave him a more scholarly, less ruthless appearance.

The sweater was likely bought by Grace. Normally, before arriving at the company, Mr. Reed changed into dry-cleaned clothes, which he changed back into before leaving. Today, however, he hadn't removed his sweater.

What did this mean? And how much longer would Mr. Reed continue visiting this woman's home? Naturally, Terrence dared not ask.

“Mr. Reed, this is the purchase proposal you requested,” Terrence said, placing the file on the desk. He paused before leaving. “Do you know Sean commissioned a publicity campaign with engagement photos throughout the city?”

Terrence was flustered. He hadn’t expected such a question.

“Yes, sir. I know. I’ve seen them.”

“How many of those ads are running in the city?” Jason asked.