The next day, Kyle got a call from Quinn out of the blue, telling him their departure was pushed back by three days. Kyle was taken aback. "But I''ve already packed everything," he said.


    Quinn replied, "No biggie, just hang tight for a bit. Didn''t you just get hitched? Spend some more time with your wife." Kyle felt a bit awkward. "Well, okay then."


    After hanging up, he called Arabe to let her know about the dy. Arabe was thrilled and said with a smile, "That''s awesome! You can help us move tomorrow. I''m so excited to start living together as a family." Kyle couldn''t help but grin. "Alright, I''lle help you move tomorrow."


    Meanwhile, Alexander had someone dig into Arabe''s background, and within a day, they had all the dirt on her.


    Quinn leaned over to take a look. Arabe Pearl, 23 years old, high school grad. After graduation, she worked at a nightclub and dated a guy twenty years older for two years, even had an abortion.


    After breaking up with that guy, she got another boyfriend. When they couldn''t see eye to eye on marriage, they split.


    The more Quinn read, the more her brows knitted together.


    After breaking up with that guy, Arabe found another boyfriend who worked at a foreign tradepany with a decent sry. The kicker was, she hadn''t worked since dating the older guy. She''d been living off her boyfriends ever since. Plus, the time between her breakup with thest guy and her blind date with Kyle was less than a month.


    The reason for the breakup was simple: she waszy and only knew how to spend money, so she got dumped.novelbin


    After reading the info, Quinn nced at Alexander. "This woman doesn''t care about Kyle at all, does she?"


    Alexander responded coolly, "As long as Kyle likes her."


    "She''s clearly after his money," Quinn said.


    "Kyle''s got money, so it''s a good match," Alexander replied.


    Quinn red at him. "What''s wrong with you! She''s a gold-digger! Don''t you care about Kyle at all?"


    Alexander said, "She may switch boyfriends a lot, but that doesn''t make her a gold-digger. She just wants someone to support her long-term. She likes Kyle''s money, and Kyle appreciates the emotional support she gives. Both are in it willingly. If Kyle doesn''t mind, you shouldn''t either."


    Quinn looked at him suspiciously. "Since when have you been so generous?"She even started to wonder if Alexander had changed. After mulling it over for a bit, she asked, "What if it were you?"


    Alexander paused and looked up at her. "What do you mean?"


    Quinn rified, "I mean, what if I dated several boyfriends?"


    "Then they''d meet a very unfortunate end," Alexander interrupted without missing a beat, then added, "But that has nothing to do with you. I wouldn''t me you."


    Quinn pressed on, "What if I was only after your money and didn''t love you?"


    "Isn''t all my money already yours?" Alexander shot back.


    Quinn fell silent.


    Even though Alexander made a lot of sense, she felt like they were talking past each other.


    In Alexander''s eyes, as long as Kyle liked Arabe, he would ept everything about her, including her past and her character.


    Quinn sighed, "Forget it, let''s not worry about it."


    For Alexander, maybe love was a rare thing, and being with someone was even more precious. So he would offer his partner the utmost tolerance, even beyond his own limits. He extended this same belief to Kyle. Quinn couldn''t quite put her feelings into words.


    But she decided to stay out of it.


    She left the study and sent Kyle a message: [You''re married now. Don''t you n to introduce your wife to us?]


    Kyle replied: [I''ll ask her opinion.]


    Quinn: [Okay.]


    She thought, ''Having a meal together shouldn''t be a problem, right? Just a meeting between friends.''


    Arabe and her mom had moved all their stuff. After tidying up the house, Kyle took Arabe''s hand and told her about the invite.


    Arabe was a bit surprised. "Your boss invited us to dinner?"


    "Yeah, do you want to go?" Kyle asked.


    Arabe looked a bit nervous and hesitated. "Is it okay? What if they think I''m not good enough for you?"


    Kyleughed. "They won''t. They''re really nice people. My boss doesn''t care about that. They definitely won''t say anything bad about you." Arabe was still a bit reluctant.


    Kyle said, "I''ve been with him for so many years. Apart from being boss and subordinate, we''re almost like friends."


    Since he put it that way, Arabe had no choice but to agree. "Well, okay then. When is it?"


    "Tomorrow," Kyle replied.


    Quinn got up early and asked Briar to buy more groceries since they had guestsing for lunch.


    Briar got the hint. "Is there anything they can''t eat?"


    Quinn shook her head. "No, just buy whatever you think is good."


    She had already asked Kyle, and they had no dietary restrictions.Around ten o''clock, Kyle showed up with Arabe, holding her hand as they walked in. "Mrs. Kennedy, we''re here!" Quinn quickly stood up, and even Sprout got up, standing on the sofa to look towards the door.


    "You''re here. Come on in and have a seat," Quinn said with a smile.


    Arabe felt a bit out of ce. She had met wealthy people before, but none as wealthy as this. It made her feel exposed and uneasy as soon as she walked in.


    "Arabe, this is Mrs. Kennedy," Kyle said, ncing around the room. "Where''s Mr. Kennedy?"


    Quinn replied, "He went to the office. You probably won''t see him today."


    Most of thepany stuff had been handled, but Alexander still went to the office early today. It was unclear whether he was actually busy or just didn''t want to join them for lunch. Kyle felt a bit disappointed. "It''s okay. There will be other opportunities. Mrs. Kennedy, this is Arabe. We just got married the day before yesterday." Quinn nodded with a smile. "Hello."


    Arabe forced a smile and nodded. "Hello, Mrs. Kennedy. Kyle often talks about you. It''s nice to finally meet you."


    "Really?" Quinn nced at Kyle. "What does he say about me?"


    Arabe replied, "He says you''re beautiful, gentle, understanding, and very kind."


    "Is that so?" Quinn asked.


    Kyleughed awkwardly. "I didn''t exaggerate that much. I just mentioned it casually. Besides, Mrs. Kennedy, you are indeed beautiful."


    Quinn chuckled. "Alright, enough with the polite lies. Have a seat. Briar went to buy groceries and hasn''t returned yet."


    "Okay." Kyle led Arabe to the sofa and whispered to her, "See, I told you Mrs. Kennedy is nice."


    Arabe forced a smile. "Yes, she is."


    She wanted to get out as soon as possible. She couldn''t stay here, fearing they would find out she was only with Kyle for his money.


    Initially, during their blind date, she didn''t think much of him. He was a bit dull, not romantic, and didn''t say sweet things. He seemed boring, but his savings made him more attractive.


    When he introduced himself, he said he was just an errand boy. So, Arabe lost interest in him.


    But he would always insist on paying the bill and transferring money to her. Arabe thought he was a good backup option, so she kept in touch with him.


    Later, he took her to his home, and she saw that he had bought a house in the city center worth millions of dors. She suddenly realized Kyle might not be so simple.So, she tried to leave a good impression on Kyle. Kyle always praised Quinn, so she acted ording to what he said, and it worked; she won his heart.


    Previously, when he said Alexander had given all his assets to Quinn, she didn''t believe it. But now, Kyle had also given her all his assets, and she finally believed it.


    Sprout and Brandy were sitting on the sofa, tilting their heads and curiously looking at Arabe and Kyle.


    Arabe felt a bit uneasy being stared at by the two kids. She asked softly, "Who are these kids?"


    "These are Mr. Kennedy''s children. Aren''t they cute?" Quinn replied.


    Arabe nodded. "Yes. Very cute."


    Quinn happened to hear this and turned around. "Then you should hurry up and have one."


    Kyleughed helplessly. "Mrs. Kennedy, why do you always urge people to have kids?"


    "What, you don''t want to have kids?" Quinn asked.


    Kyle scratched his head, his cheeks slightly red. "It''s not that, just not in a hurry."


    Quinn picked up the toys on the floor and put them in a box, then sat down next to Arabe and started chatting with her.


    "Your name is Arabe, right?" Quinn asked.


    "Yes, what''s up?" Arabe replied.


    Quinn replied, "Nothing, just asking. I''ll call you that from now on."


    Arabe nced at her in surprise and forced a smile. "Okay."


    Quinn spoke, "Kyle has been back for a few months, and he kept it from us. If we hadn''t said we were leaving the day before yesterday, he wouldn''t have told us." "Really?" Arabe asked.


    "Yes, how long have you known each other?" Quinn inquired.


    "Not long, about three months?" Arabe answered.


    Kyle said, "Mrs. Kennedy, please stop digging."


    Quinn sighed. "I''m just chatting. Look at you, so nervous. Can''t I chat with your wife?"


    "No, that''s not what I meant. Never mind, you two chat. I''m going out for a smoke," Kyle said.


    He stood up and quickly walked out.


    Quinn watched his back and then exchanged a nce with Arabe.


    Arabe said, "I''m sorry."


    "It''s okay. I can see he cares about you," Quinn replied.


    She should have been happy for them, but after seeing Arabe''s information, she couldn''t bring herself to be.


    After a moment''s silence, Quinn said, "Arabe, I''ve known Kyle for many years. He''s always been very serious about his work and is incredibly loyal. He used to be so focused on his job that he hardly ever interacted with women outside of


    work."