The driver got out, walked over to open the door for N, and said, "Ms. Kinsey, Madam asked me to pick you up and drop you off from now on."


    Recognizing the driver from Emerald''s estate, N pressed her lips together before replying, "I''m going to dinner with Andre tonight. Please take me to Tewel."


    "Of course, Ms. Kinsey," the driver replied.


    Soon, the car arrived at Tewel.


    Before getting out, N told the driver, "I''ll be having dinner with Andre for about two hours. You can find a ce to eat in the meantime."


    "Alright, Ms. Kinsey," the driver answered.


    Once N left the car, the driver immediately called Emerald. "Madam, Ms. Kinsey is having dinner with Mr. Quit tonight. I''ve dropped her off at Tewel, and they''ll likely be eating for about two hours."


    "Understood. Keep an eye on her and let me know if anything unusual happens," Emerald instructed.


    "Of course, Madam," the driver replied.


    Emerald hung up and was about to set her phone down when it rang again.


    Seeing it was Jenny, she answered the call with a slightly hardened gaze. "What''s going on?"


    "Ms. Kinsey... Ms. N told us this afternoon that we''re no longer allowed to work overtime. She said that if we stayte again, our sry will be docked," Jenny reported.


    Emerald leaned back in her chair with a sneer.


    Did N think she could run things now? She couldn''t possibly think she was actually managing thepany, right?


    However, with so many eyes on Kajer Tech, any intervention now would ruin Emerald''s n.


    After a moment of thought, she spoke in a low voice. "She''s the boss of Kajer now. Just follow what she says."


    "Got it, Ms. Kinsey. Also, Ms. N mentioned she didn''t like the office decor and wanted to change it. I didn''t have a chance to tell you earlier," Jenny added.


    Emerald frowned. "You don''t need to report small things like this to me in the future. Just do as she says."


    After hanging up, Emerald sat back and thought for a moment. She would need to have a proper talk with N when she got back to ensure she didn''t cause problems down the line.


    Just as she was thinking, there was a knock at the door.


    "Come in," she said.


    Filipe entered the study, bowing his head. "Madam, dinner is ready."


    "Alright." Emerald stood and walked out of the study.


    Upon entering the dining room, she noticed no one was at the table and asked, "Where are Brian and Delia?"


    Filipe lowered his head. "Madam, Mr. Nixon said he wasn''t feeling well and would be eating in his room tonight.


    As for Ms. Nixon... she locked


    herself in her room and refuses to


    Emerald''s expression darkened. It was clear that Delia was still upset over the


    clothes she''d bought for N earlier that afternoon.


    "If she doesn''t want to eat, then let her go hungry," she replied.


    Missing one meal wouldn''t kill Delia.


    She had been too indulgent with Brian and Delia-one of them had gotten into a huge mess, and the other was constantly throwing tantrums over trivial matters like nghting over a few pieces of clothing.


    Delia had been waiting for Filipe to call her down for dinner in her room.


    After waiting for a while and noticing it was already half an hour past dinnertime, her impatience grew, and hunger began to kick in.


    She gritted her teeth, opened the door, and went downstairs.


    When she reached the dining room, she found the tablepletely empty, and the kitchen spotless—there was no food left for her. She frowned.