Hugh let out a quiet sigh.


    Chandler handed him another stack of documents and murmured, "These all need to be reviewed today. It might be a bit much."


    "Just leave them."


    Hugh rubbed his temples, feeling a headacheing on.


    His morning workload was piling up, forming a mountain-he didn''t even want to think about the afternoon.


    Hugh ended the call abruptly.


    On the other end of the line, Serena listened with growing concern. She nced


    at the time, then at the Larson family''s investment proposal for Amber Group.


    An idea struck her.


    Without hesitation, she strode out of the office.


    Alicia poked her head out. "Serena, where are you going?"


    "I''m heading to Larson Group to discuss the investment n. Let me know if anything urgentes up."


    With that, Serena walked off briskly.


    Alicia pulled her head back and exchanged a nce with Chris across the room.


    "Did Larson Group even request a meeting with us today?"


    "If she wants to go, let her as long as they''re willing to see her," Chris replied, adjusting his sses.


    As long as Amber Group could stay afloat, it didn''t matter to him how Serena spent her time.


    Alicia suddenly understood-Serena had already wrapped things up and was simply looking for an excuse to see Hugh. It was just typical couple behavior. Meanwhile, as Serena left Amber Group, she sneezed forcefully.


    She found it odd. Who was insulting her?


    She rubbed her slightly itchy nose before walking into an upscale restaurant. "One of your best breakfast set. To go."


    Half an hourter, Serena was already standing outside Larson Group.


    She hadn''t informed Hugh, but with Amber Group''s partnership as her excuse she was confident she could get in As long as she could reach Chandler, delivering breakfast would be easy.


    No matter how busy Hugh was, skipping meals wasn''t an option. If he worked himself into exhaustion, where was she supposed to find another ally as dependable as him?


    With that thought, she headed toward the lobby.


    The moment she stepped inside, a familiar voice rang out. "Well, well. Never thought I''d see you at Larson Group."


    Cole walked over from the corner in


    a sharp suit, the unruly strands of hair falling over his face giving him a roguish look. His sharp features were strikingly simr to Hugh''s.


    A smirk tugged at his lips as he approached, with several assistants following


    behind, casting curious nces at Serena.


    "Who''s this?" one of them asked.


    I replied, "I suppose you could say I''m Cole''s au—"


    "You all can get back to work," Cole swiftly interjected.


    Turning to Serena with a look of pity, he asked, "We''re about the same age. Do you really have to pull rank on me?"


    Even as his subordinates dispersed, Cole continued to look at her with a pitiful expression.


    Serena felt no sympathy-only a growing sense of difort. With anyone else, she wouldn''t have cared how they addressed her.


    However, with Cole, maintaining the hierarchy was essential. Without it, she couldn''t predict what outrageousments he might have made next.


    "I''m here today to bring your Uncle Hugh''s meal, and ording to family


    hierarchy, you should be calling me Aunt Serena. Is there a problem with that?"


    She made sure to emphasize "Uncle Hugh".


    Cole instinctively clenched his fists, staring at her helplessly.


    "Titles are just formalities."


    "But formalities are everywhere. When you''re too weak to challenge them, it''s best to just follow them. I won''t embarrass you in front of your subordinates today, but next time, I expect you to address me properly."


    Serena''s tone was as cold as ice as she delivered the lesson. After signing in at


    the front desk, she turned to head upstairs.


    However, Cole''s handnded beside her, blocking her path.


    "This small errand isn''t worth your time. Let me take care of it for you."