Jeffrey paused.


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    Seeing he’d struck a nerve, Gregory kept going. “Ms. Jensen’s friends will definitely say she made the right move. They’ll be like, ‘He already looks awful now that they’re divorced.“”


    “If you’ve got that much free time, I’ll call your parents and have them set you up on some blind dates,” Jeffrey said tly.


    Gregory quickly replied, “Not bored, no need.”


    Jeffrey didn’t say anything else. He just lowered his gaze and went back to work.


    It was past midnight again. Gregory called Stanley. “Mr. Garcia, you got a minute?”


    Stanley said, “I’m listening.”


    “Mr. Hanson’s been working nonstoptely. He’s barely getting three or four hours of sleep a night,” Gregory said, his worry clear. “Could you maybe talk some sense into him?”


    There was a brief pause on the line.


    After about ten seconds, Stanley’s voice came through again. “Is he eating properly?”


    Gregory answered truthfully, “His meals are regr.”


    He cats on time, puts in extra hours at work, and goes to the gym upstairs for an hour every afternoon.


    His routine is almost the same as when Ms. Jensen was around, but now he’s even more focused on work and hardly ever talks–it’s like he’s a machine running on a set program.


    “Then just leave him be,” Stanley said without hesitation. “It’s not like he hasn’t done this before.”


    “He used to be able to handle anything back when he was younger,” Gregory said, catching Stanley’s drift right away. “But now that he’s pushing thirty, I’m seriously worried his body can’t keep up like before.”


    “Even if he was fifty, he’d still be stronger and better at dealing with stress than you,” Stanley replied in his usual deadpan way. “If he wants to pull extra hours, let him. If you want to clock out on time, just say so–he’s not gonna make a big deal out of it.”


    Gregory couldn’t help feelingplicated about all this.


    He pretty much had nothing left to do these days. He literally just watched Mr. Hanson work overtime and made sure he got his three meals.


    Honestly, he kind of wished Mr. Hanson would give him something to actually do.


    “You’re really not gonnae check on him?” Gregory pressed.


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    “No. Still haven’t forgiven him forst time,” Stanley grumbled, sounding a bit petty. “Besides, you really think he’d listen to me if I showed up?”


    Gregory nced over at the Executive Office.


    He had a point.


    Even so, Gregory couldn’t help feeling unsettled.


    After hanging up, Stanley still called Riley. There was barely a slim chance Jeffrey would listen to him, but maybe Riley could actually get through to the guy.


    Sure, he was mad, but no way could he just watch Jeffrey run himself into the ground.


    Same as always, Riley just shrugged it off.


    Stanley had no clue what she was thinking. “Seriously, you’re not even a little worried he might burn out or something?”


    “Reba went through the same mess two months ago,” Riley replied, lounging in her chair like nothing could faze her. “She had tomute, juggle work, check on her mentor at the hospital, and look after the kid all by herself.”


    Stanley paused.


    Riley said carelessly, “Nobody seemed worried about her at the time, did they?”


    “Not really my ce to care about her, being Jeffrey’s buddy,” Stanley said, just tossing out an excuse.


    “As long as Jeffrey’s still alive, don’t bother me,” Riley said breezily, sounding totally unconcerned. “If he croaks, let me know when the funeral is–I’lle send him off.”


    Stanley: “…”


    Stanley finally saw it for himself.


    She truly didn’t care whether Jeffrey lived or died.


    ‘Frankly, Riley couldn’t care less about whether Jeffrey lived or died–what really mattered to her was what Reba was going through.’ Riley mused.


    Back when Reba was under Jeffrey’s wing, she’d never had to deal with the mess and chaos of the world. Now she was out there alone, having to fend off all the cutthroats in Honn. As her mentor’s sole disciple, Riley figured it was on her to look out for her junior.


    That very night, Riley packed up and headed for Honn.


    She didn’t bother telling Stanley, and she definitely wasn’t checking in on Jeffrey.


    She showed up at Betonco’s ce the next morning Reba was a bit surprised to see her, and after a quick belle, she cut straight to the pain. “Whare up? is something important going on?


    Riley sat down across from her. Ever thought about learning hackin


    Reba paused.


    Wait, hacking Reba thought, caught off guard.


    “You’ve got a lot on your te right now. Picking up a new skill could reallye in handy, Riley said.


    “Sorry, but I really don’t have the time right now<i>, </i>Reba said honestly. “I’ve got to focus on running thepany, sorting out equity, and handling investments”


    “No rush, Riley replied, herid–back vibe making Reba feel at ease. “I’m just asking to see if you’d be interested.”


    If Reba ever wanted to get into it, Riley would put together a tailor–made tutorial–something just right for


    her.


    It’d be practical, easy to pick up, and actually useful in everyday situations.


    Reba opened her mouth, then stalled, not really sure what to say.


    Noticing Reba was worried, Riley let a faint smile curl at her lips. “Rx, this doesn’t involve Jeffrey. I haven’t had any contact with him sincest time.”


    Reba felt a little more at ease.


    “So, you interested?” Riley asked.


    “I do,” Reba replied honestly–she genuinely wanted to learn.


    “Whenever you’ve wrapped up what your mentor needs from you, just reach out,” Riley said, casting a quick nce at Reba’sptop. “I’lle over and teach you myself.”


    Reba didn’t turn down the offer. “Alright.”


    Riley almost reached out to muss Reba’s fluffy hair, but remembered at thest second they weren’t close enough for that yet–mighte off too familiar. Acting like nothing happened, she stood up. “Alright, I’m heading out. If anythinges up, just call me.”


    “Aren’t you staying for lunch?” Reba asked, since she knew Riley and her mom got along well.


    “Got some errands to run, so I’ll skip,” Riley said, herid–back outfit making her look effortlessly sharp. “I’ll be in Honn for a while, so if you need any help, just say the word.”


    With that, she didn’t stick around and left.


    Amelia and Reba walked her out together.


    Once Riley’s car disappeared from view, they turned to head back inside. They’d barely taken a couple of steps when someone called out from behind. “Ms. Jensen, please wait a moment.”


    Reba and Amelia both turned around and saw Gregory getting out of his car, holding a stack of documents.


    Five minutester, Reba and Gregory were sitting together in the study on the second floor.


    “You said you had something important to talk to me about. What is it?” Reba asked, setting a cup of tea in front of him, her tone steady.


    “This is the property settlement from your divorce agreement with Mr. Hanson,” Gregory said, handing her one of the documents. “He asked me to have you confirm it.”


    He was supposed to handle this in a couple of days, butst night, Mr. Hanson overheard his <b>call </b>with Mr. Garcia. He thought Gregory was being too chatty and kicked him out.


    Reba took the document and skimmed it.


    She was honestly floored by the list in front of her.


    After dealing with her mom’s savings and the gifts she’d gotten from Mrs. Qin and Mr. Guzman, she figured she was pretty much past being fazed by money.


    But the pile of assets Jeffrey was offering in the divorce still genuinely surprised her.


    “No need for this much,” Reba refused.


    “Besides just the divorce settlement, there’s also some stuff Mr. Hanson feels he owes you,” Gregory said, clearly hoping Reba would ept. “He feels pretty bad about all the hassle you had to deal with because of himtely.”


    Reba just stared at the list, not saying a word.


    Gregory continued, “Mr. Hanson feels like it’s the least he can do–after all, you saved his life. A simple apology doesn’t cut it; he wants to give you something real.”


    Even so, Reba couldn’t help but be shocked. What Jeffrey was offering was seriously way too much.


    He was even turning over every bit of liquid cash to her.


    On top of all that, there was prime real estate in Jsburg–luxury vis, all the top vacation spots, and even a private ind.


    The only thing off the table were the Hanson Group shares; everything else he could possibly give her was hers for the taking.


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