Nancy felt a slight sense of relief when she saw the password.


    She knew Jayson was probably at the marital home, and she wanted to wait for him there.


    Approaching the door, she carefully keyed in the numbers, but the loor didn’t open. The digital lock indicated that the password


    was incorrect.


    Frowning, Nancy checked the password Renee sent again and re–entered it, but still no luck. Typing quickly, she messaged, ” Renee, did you send me the wrong password?”


    Renee replied, “Impossible. That’s the password I use whenever I o to his house. Maybe Jayson changed it? Didn’t he tell you? Have you never been there before?”


    Renee was feeling a bit annoyed too. Jayson hadn’t even bothered to tell her that he had changed the password.


    Thest two sentences made Nancy’s expression turn grim. Jayson had never shared these details with her as they rarely


    discussed such mundane matters.


    Since Renee had asked, Nancy politely replied, “I forgot about it. You should continue with what you were doing.”


    Nancy nced around the quiet yard. She couldn’t see anyone in the vicinity; it seemed Jayson hadn’t even hired any maids to help with the house chores.


    Just then, her phone rang. It was Jayson.


    Her heart skipped a beat. She answered, hearing his familiar, husky voice. “I’ll be busy the next few days. I heard you were trying to reach me?”


    Her anxiety eased. “It’s nothing urgent. I was just wondering what you’ve been up to. I happen to be free…”


    Jayson exined, “I had to take ast–minute business trip to meet a few people.”


    Nancy was reminded of what Matt said. Jayson was busy arranging everything for herpetition. It made sense that he would


    be meeting certain people.


    With a soft sigh, she said, “Yeah, I heard that you weren’t around. ll reach out again once you’re back?”


    “Sure. You should focus on preparing for thepetition.” Jayson’s steady tone gave Nancy a strong sense of security. Hisposure, as if he wouldn’t falter even during an apocalypse, made Nancy feel less nervous.


    “Alright, I will. By the way, I’m nning to visit Mr. Warbrooke more often. Can youe with me if you have time?”


    It would be great if she could get some advice and guidance from dric. Besides, she didn’t have to be formally epted as his student to seek his guidance.


    People like Cedric usually did their best to nurture talented, promising students and were open to sharing advice to help them gain more knowledge.


    “Sure,” Jayson said, not rejecting her request and answering fairly quickly.


    Nancy smiled.


    After a pause, she chuckled softly, “Jayson, are you staying at the arital home? It’s inconvenient not knowing where to find you when I want to talk to you. Can you send me the address when you’re staying and the password?”


    She didn’t mention that she was already outside the marital home or that the password Rence gave her didn’t work. Jayson didn’t even ask where she was.


    “I’m often at Larkin Manor,” he said slowly. “If it’s urgent, you can go to Jardine Manor. People there can help you reach me.”


    Nancy was familiar with Jardine Manor, one of Jayson’s properties and the closest to Blum Corp Tower. He probably stayed


    there often whenever work got busy.


    After the call ended, he sent her Jardine Manor’s door password.


    Staring at the password, Nancy felt a great sense of reassurance. Jayson wasn’t wary of her in the least; he had given her the password so easily. T


    Still, she wouldn’t really visit Jardine Manor. She’d heard that the leaning staff there was sent from Larkin Manor. If she showed up, news would quickly reach the Larkins, and Jayson’s family would probably treat her differently than he did.


    Nancy simply wanted to gauge how Jayson treated her now.


    Since her return from abroad, Jayson’s friends had been respectful and weing toward her. They appreciated one another’spany and had even let her join their circle.