That night, Annabelle received her first practice capital. The amount was roughly the same as what she had saved up before marrying Kendrick.
After both of them had showered, although Annabelle was tired, she was full of enthusiasm. She didn’t want to go to sleep; instead, she eagerly wanted to hear how the evil capitalist made money from money.
Seeing her so enthusiastic, Kendrick suggested, "Let's go to your study in the suite. I'll explain the basics to you."
Annabelle quickly blocked the door to her suite. "Let's go to your room!"
Kendrick raised an eyebrow. "Your room is off-limits?"
"It’s a little messy, I haven’t cleaned it yet. Let’s go to your room."
As she spoke, Annabelle grabbed his hand and led him toward his suite.
Kendrick was puzzled. When had her room ever been mess
