Wait, She’s a Billionaire

Howard had initially considered going to Albert’s for breakfast. After all, Phoebe was still a stranger, and he was typically wary of strangers. However, he found himself drawn to Phoebe’s harmless and innocent smile, and against his usual caution, he casually walked over and took a seat.

The oatmeal was pleasantly soft, the eggs were perfectly prepared. They were unexpectedly delicious.

“You don’t have to do all this. If you plan to stay here longer, I can arrange for two servants to take

care of you.”

Phoebe looked slightly surprised, gratitude evident on her face. “That’s okay. I’ve already troubled you enough by staying here. I’m good at housework and cooking. I need to do something in return, so I don’t feel like I owe you anything.”

Impressed by her sincerity and determination, Howard did not press further.

After finishing the meal, Howard decided to linger a little, which was out of the norm. He sat on the sofa and started reading the newspaper.

It was not until Phoebe tidied up the kitchen and prepared to leave that he spoke.

“Are you heading to Bana for a magazine cover shoot today?”

“Yes, how did you know?” Phoebe stood awkwardly, holding her bag.

“I checked your schedule just now. Come on, I’ll give you a ride,” Howard said, putting down the

newspaper.

“Oh? No need to trouble you. I can walk down the hill myself. Michelle already prepared a van for me, picking me up at the foot of the hill later.”

Howard stood up, his handsome features displaying warmth, his deep voice calm as he said, “I’m heading out too. I’ll drop you off on the way. You can take the van from there.”

“If that’s the case…Thank you so much!”

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making it a time–consuming and strenuous journey. When they reached the bottom, Phoebe got out of the car and bowed to Howard once again.

“Thank you for the ride. Will you be coming back for dinner tonight? I can prepare it for you in advance. If I don’t repay you for this gesture, I’ll feel indebted to you again.”

Howard observed her cautious and polite demeanor, knowing she attempted to create a distance between them. Although he had agreed to drop her off as a favor, she did not need to take it to heart.

Nonetheless, Howard could not find the right words to express his thoughts.

He had looked into Caleb’s infidelity this morning and felt sympathy for Phoebe. Such a pure and kind girl, being hurt by such a scumbag.

“Sure, go ahead and cook. I’ll probably be done with work by around 7 p.m.”

“Alright, take care.”

Another bow.

Howard kept track but did not say anything, silently rolling up the car window.

In the passenger seat, Yuri stole a glance at Howard’s expression.

“Sir, don’t you have a task at the embassy in the afternoon today? Will you be able to make it back by 7.30 p.m.?”

Howard had forgotten about that.

“Then tell the embassy I have something in the evening, and they can either reschedule or move it to

another date.”

Yuri was puzzled.

Why not inform Phoebe that he was not coming back for dinner?

Yuri, stealing a glance at Phoebe who still stood by the roadside through the rearview mirror, suppressed a smile.

“Looks like you have special regard for Ms. Chamberlain.‘

Howard glanced at Yuri and replied casually, “She’s Nana’s good friend. She helped Nana a lot back in the orphanage. Since she’s good to Nana, I’m just looking out for her.”

“Oh, I see.” Yuri nodded thoughtfully.

After Howard left, Phoebe quickly hopped into the van and set off, unaware that a swiftly moving figure had just passed by on the opposite corner.

At the Jenkins Group, Lionel, holding a document, knocked on the door of the CEO’s office. Upon entering, he found Elliot sitting at the desk, deep in thought, staring at his right hand.

“Mr. Jenkins, what are you looking at?”

In front of Lionel, Elliot did not hold back and admitted, “I’ve been feeling a bit strange lately… Like my body’s really not as good as before.”

“Really?”

Lionel earnestly put down the document, sitting opposite Elliot and observing his complexion and mental state.

Lionel became worried as he noticed the slight dark circles under Elliot’s eyes due to lack of sleep. “Mr. Jenkins, you seem rather pale!”