Chapter 11

When Tiffany returned to Twilight Villa, Micah had not returned yet. Quinlan had already moved out, and Grannie Blake was the only one at home. She was not feeling well lately and had to go to bed early. The servants were the only ones tending to her. The servants looked at Tiffany with contempt, speculating in private that she was a liar and that Grannie Blake had fallen for her tricks. Tiffany gave them a cold look. "Keep spewing that nonsense and you won’t have to come in again." Disdainfully, one of the servants said, "You really think of yourself as a young mistress, don’t you? Why don’t you take a good look at yourself before you deem yourself worthy of pointing fingers in Twilight Villa?” Tiffany turned around and looked at the servant's air of condescension, feeling amused by it. She did not understand how a servant could have the nerve to belittle her. Although she hailed from the countryside and knew little of the world, it did not mean she deserved to be discriminated against by a servant. "As someone who’s a servant, you really think of yourself as the master, don’t you?" She made sure to memorize the servant’s face as she sat in the living room to eat fruit and watch TV. That way, she could point her out to Micah when he returned. "The servants in your house need to be taught a lesson. They lack discipline and act arrogantly and bossily in front of me. They lack professionalism." When the servant heard Tiffany complain to Micah, her face turned pale. In private, the servants boldly speculated and discriminated against Tiffany, but all that was over the second they were brought to Micah. "Sir, it’s not true. I’ve been doing my job all this while." Micah handed his jacket to the servant and slowly straightened his shirt cuffs, rolling them up slightly to reveal a section of his lightly tanned, muscular arm. He sat on the sofa and looked at the housekeeper. "You, speak." The housekeeper quoted the servant’s mocking words toward Tiffany ad verbatim. The servant trembled, and her face turned pale. "Sir, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have insulted the young mistress. Please give me a chance. "I… I was just reading what they were saying online about how she’s a cheater. I felt that it was unfair to you." Micah did not even look her in the eye, and he glanced at the housekeeper instead before he got up to go upstairs. Standing on the stairs, he said in a cold voice, "Come up, little girl." Tiffany followed him while holding her tray of fruits. Behind her, the housekeeper escorted the servant out. From this day onward, Tiffany would never see this servant again in Twilight Villa. Tiffany followed Micah into his bedroom. Ever since she failed to move out the last time, the servants had tidied up the bedroom next door for her to stay in, and she had never stepped foot in Micah’s bedroom. The little doll she placed on the windowsill before was gone. Micah sat on the sofa and made himself a cup of coffee."What kind of deal did you make with Mr. Lawrence?" "I treated him. The 100 million was the fee." Micah asked, "Do you know how to invest?" Tiffany, cupping a fruit in her hand, turned to look at him upon hearing what he said. "A hundred million is not a small amount. If you’re interested, I can invest it on your behalf.” "You're not trying to cheat me out of my money, are you?" Micah was speechless. Was that something he would do? Tiffany took out her phone and sat next to him, opening a webpage with stocks on it. "You can teach me and I'll invest the money myself." She was leaning too close, so Micah moved to the side a little. However, Tiffany scooted over to him once more. He was suddenly regretful as he realized he should have minded his own business. Tiffany lit up with smiling eyes. "I know you’re doing this for my own good, and you’re worried that a girl like me from the countryside may not be financially secure after our divorce, so you want me to invest and earn more money in order to lead a better life in the future. "But teaching someone to fish is better than giving someone the fish. Instead of investing for me, you might as well teach me how so that I won’t be bullied in the future." Her voice was soft and sweet as if it was wrapped in honey. It sounded sweet to the ears. Her long hair fell and lightly swept across his fingertips, causing a mildly itchy sensation. Micah moved his fingertips to avoid her hair and tapped on the phone. "It'll be too hard to teach you." He did not want to waste time teaching her. "What’s your purpose in doing this?" "Consider it your reward for saving me." Sigh. She was thinking too much. Tiffany transferred 200 million to him. Looking at the extra 100 million, Micah asked, "Where did this come from?" "It’s pocket money from Master Xenos." Micah was stunned. Tiffany was amused by his expression, and she went back to bed humming a song. … Tiffany was woken up by her phone, and she sat up holding her quilt. She was sleepy-eyed with her long hair in a mess. "Sh*t, boss! Someone has invested in our project! 200 million, just like that." Kevin Yates exclaimed as he pointed at his chat history in delight. He took one look at Tiffany in the video, gulped, and hurriedly looked away. The young woman’s skin was porcelain white, and the collar of her pajamas was loose and plunging, revealing her round, smooth shoulders and collarbone. All that, coupled with that unassuming, sleepy face of hers, made her pure and desirous all at once. He thought to himself, ‘It would be rude if I looked away.’ Tiffany scratched her head, taking a while before she could react to what the other party had said. "The other party is from South City and asked to meet with the person in charge. Since you happen to be in South City, why don't you go and meet them?" Kevin forwarded the contact to her, and the moment Tiffany looked at it, all her sleepiness was gone. This number looked familiar. She dialed the number but heard a ringing from outside the door instead, followed by the deep and magnetic voice of a man. Tiffany was stunned. The 200 million seemed to be the funds she had transferred last night. After all the twists and turns, the money actually wound up back in her hands. This was going to be a bit of a challenge. She messaged Kevin: [You can take care of this on your own. Something has come up on my end.] She tossed the phone aside, got ready, and went downstairs. Grannie Blake had already gotten out of bed and was tending to the flowers in the yard. The old lady was graying at the temples, but she remained full of energy. Micah was working out. In the morning light, his muscles were accentuated more than ever, and their beautiful contours radiated strength. He was the classic type who appeared lean with clothes on and bulky with clothes off. Whether he was in a suit or tank top and sweatpants, he could make one’s hormones go into overdrive. Grannie Blake walked in on her phoenix-headed cane. "Did you sleep well, Tiffy?" "I did, Grandma." "You haven't properly gone around South City, have you? Micah is free today. Let him take you around." Micah, who had just changed into a suit, said, "I'm not free." "It’s a Saturday and you’re not working. Tiffy doesn’t have any relatives or friends here. As her husband, you can’t refuse to accompany her. And by the way, you should buy her some pretty clothes and jewelry. Our family shouldn’t keep her in such a shabby state." Grannie Blake pretended to give Micah a stern look. The fondness she had for Tiffany came from the bottom of her heart. As for the rest of the Youngs, she automatically ignored them all. These days, Tiffany spent most of her time at home with her, except for the mornings. The old lady was usually alone at home, and she was not too close to her son or her daughter-in-law. Furthermore, her only grandson had displayed a cold personality since he was a child, so the people who accompanied her the most were the servants. Since Tiffany married into the family, Twilight Villa had become noticeably more full of life. Tiffany had a likable personality, was knowledgeable, and showed concern for Grannie Blake’s health in every way. The more Grannie Blake observed, the more pleased she was with her granddaughter-in-law. Micah was unmoved. "I’m playing ball with a client today." "That’s good. Take Tiffy with you." Without giving Micah a chance to refuse, she directly pushed Tiffany into the car. "Although Micah has a cold personality, he has a strong sense of responsibility. If you take the initiative, he’ll accept you once you have consummated the marriage." "Tiffy, I believe in you. Seize this opportunity to get along well and give me a big fat great-grandson as soon as possible." Tiffany's cheeks burned slightly, and she nodded her head awkwardly. Grannie Blake then gave Micah a few more reminders before letting them go. The man's presence was too strong, and when Tiffany thought of what her grandmother-in-law had just said, she felt an inexplicable sense of discomfort. How could she take more initiative?