Marrying The Supposed Gold Digger (Valerie)

Matthew wasn't angry. "How's it going?"

Valerie said, "The baby is being good. Knowing I'm uncomfortable, he's already fallen asleep."

Matthew nodded, relieved.

As Valerie's pregnancy advanced, with the due date next month, she had been particularly busy lately, which made him worry.

Valerie leaned in to kiss him. "Matthew, you're the best dad I've ever seen!"

Matthew immediately smiled. "Of course. If not me, then who? This is all my love for you!"

Valerie gave him a thumbs-up. "I absolutely believe that."

No one cared for her and the baby like Matthew did. He had replaced all the bedding at home and even installed voice-controlled lights along the baseboards to prevent her from stumbling in the dark during nighttime trips.

Matthew attended to every detail personally.

That night, Valerie slept soundly. Charles was indeed efficient; by the next day, he had obtained Danny's address.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Upon hearing the news, Valerie was thrilled and hurried to go out, but Matthew stopped her. "What's the rush? I'm going with you!"

Valerie was surprised. "Aren't you going to the office?"

"I'm not working today. I'll personally accompany you to find Mr. Morse. Will you let me have the first glass of the wine he makes?" Valerie laughed at his words. "Sure, no problem!"

Valerie got in the car with Matthew, and after more than an hour of winding roads, they finally reached the foot of the mountain. Seeing the place, Valerie was stunned.

"Mr. Morse lives here?"

Matthew explained, "There's a church halfway up the mountain that's available for rent. Mr. Morse rented this place for rest and recuperation. The place is spacious and the environment is decent."

Valerie understood. Fortunately, the road went all the way up. As they arrived and parked, they heard a stern shout from the entrance, "Get out of here!

"I've already told you. Mr. Morse doesn't see visitors and doesn't leave the mountain! Hurry up and go!"

A group of people was shoved out by a middle-aged man. Seeing his stern demeanor, they were infuriated.

"You old man, our boss offered a 400-thousand-dollar annual salary, and you still refuse? Do you know what you can do with the money in Kranson City?

"Tell Mr. Morse to reconsider. We're just trying to help him. It's really shabby living in this godforsaken place!

"Just a few years, and he'll have everything he wants, villas and beautiful women!"

The middle-aged man was enraged. "Mr. Morse is dedicated to winemaking. You know nothing about wine and just try to buy people with money. Vulgar!"

With a slam, he shut the door, leaving the group outside, grumbling.

They spat at the door. "What bad luck. Never seen anyone who doesn't like money. How are we going to explain this to the boss?" a man said. "Let's go. We've come here so many times, and now we're kicked out with nothing. The boss will have to come himself!" another man said. "Wait. If we go back like this, the boss will definitely scold us for returning too soon. It must be our fault!"

The group, unwilling to give up, went to the side to smoke, still seething, and tidied up the gifts.

Valerie looked at the gifts, seven or eight high-end items. Even these gifts were deemed inadequate by Danny.

Valerie thought, 'Olivia was right. Recluses did have some quirks.'

Just as Valerie was about to go down, Matthew pulled her back. "Don't rush, Let's wait until they

leave. We don't know who these

people are, and if you go down and they see you, it might complicate things."

Commercial competition was everywhere. Matthew wanted to avoid exposing Valerie.

After a while, the group drove away but didn't go far, only about 60 feet from the church, and seemed to be doing something.

Matthew wasn't worried, but inside the church, there was also an argument going on.

Danny had chosen this place for its tranquility. The small house had everything he needed, and the fresh air was perfect for Stella's recovery. He didn't want to be disturbed by these people.

When the housekeeper arrived, Danny and Rowan were at odds.

"Sir, I've driven them away, but they haven't gone far and are still lingering. A few more cars have arrived outside," the housekeeper said. "Forget it. I don't see visitors anyway," Danny said.

Rowan was furious. They had come to Kranson City, and the journey had been intentionally concealed by Danny. If the driver hadn't leaked information, no one would know they had returned.

Rowan said, "Sir, why did you enter this business? Isn't it for making money? Why cling to old rules?

"Like the saying goes, to stand out, one must pursue profit. Your fame is established, but we still need to fill our stomachs!

"Otherwise, how do we survive? I have been following you for so long, but look at what I'm using, a three-year-old phone!"

Rowan's words infuriated Danny, who looked at Rowan in disbelief. "On the first day you joined me, I told you that if you learn from me, you must endure loneliness.

"If you can't maintain this mindset, you shouldn't have entered this field. How did you say it back then?

"Rowan, you're my disciple. After all these years, I haven't treated you poorly. Now you're teaching me how to do things?

"You should know what we've been through! I just want Stella to get better soon. How can you be so impatient?"

Hearing him say this, a flash of guilt

crossed Rowan's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. "Sir, to put it bluntly, Stella's illness has

been dragging on for so long. No one knows if she will ever get better. It's better to..."

"Shut up!" Danny roared. "Stella is my life. I will spare no effort to cure her!"