Chapter 9: Chapter Nine: Be Careful Lest You Burn Yourself

Here is the translation of the provided Chinese novel excerpt, maintaining the style and characteristics of the original text:

It turned out that she had heard about Kristin Whyet's boyfriend several times before, but this was their first meeting.

According to her, Matt Robeson had been working abroad and only recently returned. The two, after a long separation, were eager to get intimate, as they say, when heaven and earth meet, it becomes uncontrollable, even to the point where they didn't hear the phone ringing.

So, when Quintina Foster came back, she saw a scene filled with passion.

A faint awkwardness lingered around them until Matt Robeson politely excused himself.

Seeing this, Quintina Foster felt even more uneasy. After Kristin Whyet had seen her boyfriend off, upon noticing the unnatural red on her friend's lips, she hesitated for a moment and said, "Should I move out?"

Now that her friend's boyfriend had returned, shouldn't she avoid being a third wheel?

Kristin Whyet frowned, "No! We’re just dating, not living together. You don't need to do this. Besides, where would you go? Can you afford the rent?"

Quintina Foster gave a bitter smile at these words.

Indeed, what she said was true. The money she had earned from Lambert Hobson was hard-earned, and spending it on rent would be an unnecessary expense.

Seeing this, Kristin Whyet sighed, sat down next to Quintina Foster, and gently wrapped her arm around her, "I'm sorry, I spoke too harshly."

Quintina Foster smiled faintly, "It's okay. You’re right; I can't afford to rent a place."

"No, don't worry. Take things one step at a time. Your father has already been transferred to another hospital. His health will gradually improve," Kristin Whyet comforted.

Her friend's gentle words brought tears to Quintina Foster's eyes. She looked up and smiled, "Thank you. Without you, I wouldn't know what to do."

These words were truly from the bottom of her heart. If it weren't for her friend's help, she didn't know what kind of situation she would be in.

Kristin Whyet waved her hand dismissively, "Alright, stop being so mushy. Gratitude is one thing, but no other nonsense. I have a boyfriend, remember!"

"Of course, I know. I saw it with my own eyes just now!"

At this, Kristin Whyet blushed and glared at her.

Thinking of Matt Robeson, Quintina Foster furrowed her brows, feeling something was off.

After some hesitation, she finally asked, "Zhenzhen, where did you meet him before?"

"Hmm? At a company mixer, I think. He was a junior employee then, and we started dating gradually. Why do you ask?"

Quintina Foster still felt uneasy, "I feel like I’ve seen him before."

Kristin Whyet was taken aback, "Impossible. How could you have seen him? He was just a regular employee, and he hasn't left the country since he came back. How could you know him?"

Quintina Foster used to be the most elegant lady in H City, and the people she met were at least of Lambert Hobson's level. How could she know someone as ordinary as Matt Robeson?

"You must have mistaken him for someone else!"

"Maybe, but I feel…"

"Okay, stop worrying about me. If he were really a rich kid or something, what benefit would he get from dating me? I'm not exactly a stunning beauty, am I? Anyway, have you eaten yet?"

Quintina Foster thought about it and realized that Kristin Whyet was just a girl from a normal family, and there wasn't much to gain from her. She gradually let go of the matter.

"No, come on, let's cook dinner."

"Okay."

While the two were preparing dinner, neither noticed that Matt Robeson's car hadn't actually left.

He rolled down the window, lit a cigarette, and the flickering light illuminated his rather handsome face.

His expression was grim, and it was clear that he was in a bad mood, completely different from how he had been at Kristin Whyet's place.

He opened his phone and made a call. Before the person on the other end could speak, he said, "Can you handle it or not? You let her return so quickly?"

"Her?"

Matt Robeson was annoyed, "Your ex-wife! She came back and ruined everything!"

"That's your problem. Why didn't you just book a hotel room?" The man on the other end wasn't going to indulge him.

Matt Robeson paused, "How was I supposed to know you'd be so incompetent? Anyway, I finally got close to her. Don't mess up my plans!"

The man on the other end smirked, his chiseled jawline making his profile look divine, but his words were chilling, "What's the big deal about a kidney? There are many ways to get it if you want. No need for such a roundabout and troublesome method."

Matt Robeson sneered, took a deep drag of his cigarette, and Kristin Whyet's delicate face flashed in his mind. Her charming appearance moved him, and he shook his head, "No, that's too bloody. I don't like it. This way is just right."

The man on the other end warned coldly, "Be careful not to burn yourself."

Matt Robeson laughed, "Like you? Lambert Hobson, I never thought you'd be so heartless. It seems marriage hasn't changed you at all."

Lambert Hobson hung up without a word.

In the dimly lit study, the only light came from the desk lamp, casting a faint glow.

The yellowish light made the man sitting at the desk look even more stern, and the atmosphere in the room was suffocating.

Clearly, the master of the house was in a terrible mood.

And thus, no one dared to disturb him.

But at that moment, someone knocked lightly on the study door.

He frowned, "Come in."

At this hour, there was only one person who would dare to disturb him.

Agatha Grey walked in, carrying a tray, her figure as delicate as a willow branch.

Her slender form, her pitiful expression, and her carefully applied makeup were enough to catch any man's attention.

Yet, when Lambert Hobson looked at her, he saw her as he would any woman on the street, with no trace of emotion.

Agatha Grey saw this and felt a deep sense of resentment.

Why, even after the divorce, did his eyes still only see Quintina Foster?

She bit her lower lip, slowly walked over, placed the tray in front of him, and said, "Brother, I noticed you haven't been resting well lately, so I cooked you some soup. Try it?"

Lambert Hobson nodded, took a sip, and nodded, "It tastes good."

Agatha Grey's eyes flashed with excitement, "Really? Then I’ll make it for you every day! What do you like? Snow fungus or fish maw? Or something else? Just tell me, and I’ll make it for you."

"Chenxi."

Lambert Hobson looked at her, his tone indifferent, "You don't need to. You’re not in good health and need to rest. There are servants at home. Let them handle the cooking."

She opened her mouth, a flash of disappointment in her eyes, and forced a smile, "I'm fine, really. Look, I'm much better now."

Lambert Hobson shook his head, "The doctor said you need to rest. You don't need to worry about these small things."

"But…"

Agatha Grey grew anxious and blurted out, "But I want to do something for you, even if it's just a little. Really! Brother, I, I…"

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