The two kiddos happily reached an agreement, clutching their kofiendly smartwatches as they hailed a cab to Thunderbolt Enterprises


    At that moment, Frederick had just finished a session with his thereoret


    Once Robert had left the room, Jocelyn pulled out a stack of contacts and handed them over to Frederick, letting out a long, relieved sigh


    “You’re finally back. These are the contracts I’ve been hammering out with our canners over the past few days. Take a look. I’m getting on in years, I can’t keep up with the rat race at the corporation.


    So, how’s Marguerite doing at Poppy Petal Fragrances? Anything new with the familytely?”


    In an instant, Frederick’s gaze turned icy cold, a sh of anger passing through his eyes at the mention of Marguerite.


    He said nothing, but the subtle changes in his facial expressions spoke volumes to Jocelyn.


    “Is it a tiff or a full-blown row this time? Powell mentioned that the Fitzgeralds want you to marry Yuna. Is that what’s caused the rift?”


    Frederick’s voice lowered, a shadow of menace crossing his face, ‘She’s inconsequential so we don’t have all that drama. You’re reading too much into it.”


    Jocelyn smiled gently, knowing all too well that her son was famously stubborn, and teased him,


    “Sounds like you’re nning to avoid Poppy Petal Fragrances from now on? So I can take my glorious retirement and rest easy at home?”


    Frederick’s hand, flipping through the documents, paused. The thought of Manley’s behavior that morning made him seethe with fury! Marguerite had the audacity toy a


    hand on his son?


    That was something he could not, would not tolerate! Yet deep down, the idea of leaving Poppy Petal Fragrances felt like a decision he couldn’t quitemit to


    He continued to peruse the papers nonchntly, his tone neutral, betraying no emotion, “We’ll talk after the new project wraps up.”


    Jocelyn’s eyes twinkled knowingly. She asked, “So, I take it that means I’m still needed at the corporation?”


    “Mhr.”


    Jocelyn’s smile broadened “Frederick, you’ve always been so decisive. When did you start


    waffling? If I’m not mistaken, the production line issues are hardly something that requires your direct attention, right?”


    Confronted with his mother’s soul-searching question, Frederick grew restless and agitated.


    He wanted to run from all the things that unsettled him, but Jocelyn wasn’t about to give him that chance.


    He set down the paperwork, and his coolposure finally cracked, showing a visible hint of annoyance as he called out impatiently, “Mom!”


    Jocelyn, ever the doting mother, gently patted his shoulder, not pressing any further, “Alright, alright, I’ll drop it.”


    As Jocelyn chuckled, Chuck entered the room, bowing slightly with respect, “Young master, and mydy, Hayes and Teresa have arrived.”


    No sooner had Chuck finished speaking than Teresa ran out from behind him,unching herself into Frederick’s arms, clutching at his sleeve in a desperate exnation, “Hayes’ daddy, you have to listen to me! You’ve got it all wrong about Mommy! Hayes and I went to ask Manley, and he said Mommy hit his head and made him see stars! But there’s not a scratch on his head! You have to believe me, Hayes’ daddy! Mommy’s really been misunderstood!”


    The little girl was like a firecracker, her tiny voice popping out in rapid session. But without providing the full context, she only managed to confuse Frederick and Jocelyn further.


    Jocelyn quickly soothed Teresa’s head, speaking softly, “Take it easy, tell us slowly. What exactly happened?”


    Teresa poured out all the critical details, but she just couldn’t fathom why Frederick and Jocelyn just couldn’t understand.


    Anxious and frustrated, she blinked herrge eyes and stomped her feet in distress.


    Hayes, seeing her agitation, quickly extended his small, plump hand forward, pointing to the smartwatch on his wrist and blurted out, “Recording! We have a recording!”


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