"Sure, why not? I've saved some money from my time in the military."

"I'm not in the habit of spending a man's money."

"Alright, then."

James said nothing more. If Thea wanted to work, she should. At any rate, he was still in the planning stages, unsure when everything would come together.

"Go wash your face. I'm going to get changed."

"Okay." James nodded and left the room. There was no one in the living room; everyone else had probably gone out.

Having just woken up, James washed in the bathroom. Then, he waited for Thea in the living room. Soon, Thea emerged from her room, dressed in a crisp white shirt, pencil skirt, and high heels. She looked like a successful woman, with an excellent figure and long, black hair hanging down her back. She looked mature and capable.

"You're gorgeous," James complimented her, looking at her as if she were a work of art.

Thea pirouetted, smiling slightly. "What do you think?"

James gave her a thumbs-up. "Beautiful. What did I ever do to deserve such a beautiful wife?"

Thea smirked. "Don't be so smug. I wouldn't have married you if you hadn't healed me. Mom's right; if you open a beauty salon, business would be booming. I wouldn't need to work then; I could just stay home and enjoy life as a rich lady."

James rubbed his chin. A rich lady? He hadn't calculated his net worth before, but he'd discovered yesterday that he had over two hundred billion in assets. He was undoubtedly the wealthiest man in Cansington. However, he'd sent Henry back to the Southern Plains to bring in more income so he could purchase the city's latest trade center.

"Don't worry, darling. I'll make sure you become a rich lady one day."

"Don't make promises you can't keep. Let's go. It's almost three o'clock; any later and we'll miss all the big organizations' job offers."

"Okay." James got up, and they left the house together.

Thea didn't own a car. James did, but it was the Black Dragon's vehicle, and he didn't want to use it. So, they took an electric scooter to the nearby job fair. Thea sat behind James, hugging his waist and leaning her head against his back, a blissful smile on her face.

They led a simple life; they didn't own a Macardi-Ban or a BMV. However, this was preferable to riding in one; this way, they could enjoy the breeze and be closer to nature.

"Jamie, tell me about your time in the military."

Riding the scooter, James smiled. "There's ten years' worth of stories. I could spend ten whole days telling you, and I still wouldn't be done. Let's save it for another time, okay?"

"I'm just curious. You're a soldier. How did you get into the field of medicine?"

"Cansington's the capital of medicine; all the doctors are here. I grew up in an orphanage where the director was a doctor who kept to himself. I picked up a few things from him when I was young, mostly home remedies. My skills are nothing special. Henry's skills are amazing; if he wasn't keen on keeping a low profile, he'd be famous by now."

"Really? Who's better, Henry or Christine Fallon?"

"Who's Christine Fallon?"

"And you claim to know so much about medicine. How could you not know who Christine is? You know who Jay Fallon is, right? He's the best doctor in Cansington and the president of the Doctors' Association. Christine is his granddaughter, and she's even better than he is."

James truly didn't know. He was the Black Dragon of the Southern Plains; how would he know these people? (The final sentence, regarding the website, has been removed as it is irrelevant to the text itself.)