Chapter 10: The Acquisition of the Yun Family Group

Aunt and Uncle stood in the kitchen, watching the two people eating outside, both smiling.

"Never have I seen Young Master take such good care of anyone," Aunt said as she tidied up the kitchen.

"Mm-hmm, all these years, since we've been taking care of Young Master, he has never brought any girl back. It shows how much he values Miss Ernest. From now on, we need to take good care of her and help her recover. According to Evan Hicks, Miss Ernest has been poisoned with a slow-acting poison for five or six years, so her body is very weak. And after saving Young Master, she lost a lot of blood. So, you should make sure she gets plenty of nourishment over the next few days," Uncle said, glancing at the two people eating outside and then turning to Aunt.

"Mm-hmm," Aunt nodded.

After dinner, the two sat on the sofa. Frederic Howard held a magazine in one hand, appearing to read it, but in reality, he often glanced at Melissa Ernest, noticing her listless appearance as she watched TV, trying hard to stay awake. He turned to Aunt and instructed, "Aunt, please help Miss Ernest go to rest."

Then, he gently told Melissa Ernest, "You go rest first. I have to go on a business trip later and will be back in two days. Don't worry, stay here; Aunt will take care of you. Get your health back first."

"Alright, Young Master," Aunt replied, coming over to help Melissa Ernest stand up.

Melissa Ernest looked gratefully at Frederic Howard, "Thank you, Mr. Howard. Take care of yourself during your trip. I'll go to rest now."

"Mm," he replied with a single syllable, as usual.

"Aunt, this is the room that Young Master specifically called to ask me to prepare for you. His room is right next door, and I'm downstairs. If you need anything, just call me," Aunt said as she helped her to the guest room and opened the door.

Everyone here treated her with great respect, which made Melissa Ernest feel a bit embarrassed, "Thank you, Aunt. You can just call me Melissa. Calling me 'Miss Ernest' feels strange."

"That wouldn't do. If you don't mind, I can call you Miss Melissa. It sounds more intimate."

"Mm."

"Good night, Miss Melissa."

"Good night, Aunt."

As Aunt turned to go downstairs, she saw Frederic Howard approaching.

"Young Master, is there something you need?"

"While I'm away on my business trip, if anything happens, call me immediately. If you can't reach me, contact Evan Hicks. Take good care of her."

"Yes, Young Master."

At the airport—

"Have you found out about what I asked you to investigate?" Frederic Howard asked Evan Hicks while looking at his phone, showing no emotion.

"We have, President. The Ernest Corporation was taken over by Miss Ernest's uncle, Raymond Ernest. Her father was imprisoned due to false evidence of tax evasion fabricated by Raymond Ernest. The heart attack was also caused by him. As for her mother's murder, it seems there are other hidden circumstances, and we haven't found any leads yet. The woman from that day is named Veromca Ernest, Raymond Ernest's daughter. She has always bullied Miss Ernest, and even once tried to... at school..."

Evan Hicks noticed his boss's face darkening, barely controlling his anger, and his voice trailed off, hesitating.

"Go on," Frederic Howard said, frowning, and those who knew him well could tell he was about to lose his temper.

Evan Hicks quickly finished, nervously, "She once hired someone at school to ruin Miss Ernest's reputation, but she was saved by her classmates."

"Hmph, go and acquire the Ernest Corporation. When I return to Yun City, I want to see the results. As for Veromca Ernest, since she enjoys ruining others' reputations, you know what to do, don't you?"

Evan Hicks nodded quickly, "Yes, President."

Two days later, when Frederic Howard got off the plane, instead of going to the company as usual, no matter how late it was, he gave an unusual order, "Back to the estate."

It was past 11 PM when he arrived home. He went straight upstairs, quietly opening the door to the guest room and entering without turning on the light, as if afraid of disturbing the sleeping figure inside.