IN THE LAP OF LUXURY BY UNSWEETENED CHESTNUTS - Season 2 Episode 57

“Remember what we discussed today. If you insist on getting yourself into trouble, there won’t be

anyone else to blame but yourself.” Benjamin said.

After numerous assurances, Celia finally left the office.

When she was gone, Benjamin stared out the window with a stern expression. He was so lost in

thought that he didn’t realize that Larry had entered his office.

Benjamin averted his gaze and asked, “What’s the matter?”

“I’ve noticed that someone has been aggressively acquiring our company’s shares recently. Given the

way things are shaping up, it’s clear they have malicious intent,” Larry stated honestly.

“What have you got?” Benjamin asked.

“The other party is being extremely cautious, and there haven’t been any leaks yet. But our people are

tracking them closely, so if they make another move, we’ll definitely be able to

uncover some clues,” Larry answered.

“Right, let’s refrain from doing anything that might tip them off,” Benjamin remarked.

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins,” Larry responded.

Benjamin shifted the conversation and asked, “Back when Grace worked in our company, did she have

any colleagues that she was particularly close to?”

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Larry thought for a moment and answered, “Grace was diligent, meticulous, and had good

interpersonal skills as a secretary. But I would say no. She wasn’t particularly close to any of her

colleagues.”

Benjamin felt somewhat disappointed.

“All right, you can go now,” he ordered.

Larry couldn’t understand what Benjamin was thinking. He noticed that Benjamin had been

rather concerned about Grace as of late.

Meanwhile, in the office on the top floor of Amirate Corporation, Grace had just concluded a video

conference with a multinational conglomerate. There was a knock on her office door.

“Come in,” she said.

Timothy walked in with a cheerful expression. “Milady, these two documents require your signature.”

Grace sighed in helplessness.

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Despite her many attempts to correct his way of addressing her, Timothy had remained unresponsive

to her.

“Can you change your way of addressing me now that we’re in the office?” she asked.

Timothy wore a playful expression and stated, “Milady, that’s not possible… unless you agree to watch

a movie with me this weekend.”

Grace was left speechless.

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She took the documents from him and opened them to take a look.

After ensuring that everything was in order, she proceeded to sign them.

“Milady, if you don’t like watching movies, we can do something else. How about that?” Timothy

suggested.

Grace sighed in exasperation and replied, “Do you have too much free time on your hands? If so, you

should spend more time working.”

She didn’t want him to focus on her too much.

During the entire week he had been back, he had been asking her the same set of questions

repeatedly. The questions primarily centered around dining out, going shopping, watching movies, or

going on a date.

She genuinely had no interest, but Timothy remained undaunted by her refusal. He persistently asked

her the same questions day after day.

“Milady, have faith in my ability to boost the company’s performance. As a little reward, how about

going on a date with me?” Timothy proposed in a casual tone.

Grace sighed, starting to lose her patience. She reluctantly explained, “I’ve just gone through

a divorce.”

Timothy didn’t seem to care much and responded, “I know.

Grace looked solemn and stated, “I currently have no intentions of getting married again.”

Timothy nodded slightly and then said, “That’s fine. I can wait.”

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Grace resorted to her last resort after she noticed his unwavering interest. “You’re not my type,” she

said.

To her surprise, Timothy moved closer with a big smile on his face.

“Then why don’t you tell me your type, and I’ll adjust accordingly?” Timothy proposed.

Grace was genuinely surprised by his persistence. “Timothy, why does it have to be me?”

Timothy couldn’t help but chuckle self–deprecatingly. He responded, “There’s no ‘why‘. I just