Ethan, wearing his shabby clothes and holding a lunch box, approached: “I just made some turbot soup for you. Come eat while it’s still hot!"
Seeing Ethan, Rebecca sighed inwardly. Her husband was indeed useless. Being good at cooking and washing dishes wouldn't help her career.
Eddie, on the other hand, knew Harvey and could introduce her to someone as significant as Liam. The stark contrast made Rebecca feel a pang of bitterness and even a sense of inferiority.
"Leave it in my office for now. I have somewhere to be.” Rebecca said, getting into the Porsche 911.
Over the past two days, Rebecca had been focused on the task Mrs. Nicholas had assigned her, leaving no room for anything else.
"Where are you going, wife? I'll come along; maybe I can help.” Ethan followed her to the car’s pa
