Chapter 11

Faye was dumbfounded. Benjamin was someone who had regularly appeared on television back in the day. No wonder he looked so familiar.

"That was him?" Faye asked in disbelief.

Wilbur nodded, and Faye said with a frown, "Mister Grayson's identity is quite something. His granddaughter doesn't seem to like you very much, though."

"Just leave her be," Wilbur said.

Faye nodded quietly before saying, "Boss, everything's set. I just received an invitation to Blake and Yvonne's wedding today, too."

"Is that so? I trust that you'll do a good job," Wilbur said calmly.

Faye continued, "I'm planning to give them a big surprise at their wedding. What do you think?"

"The bigger, the better," Wilbur responded while remembering how Yvonne had treated him.

Faye nodded. She glanced at the unfinished wine and then back at Wilbur. "Boss, would you like me to drink with you?"

"You can drink?" Wilbur chuckled.

Faye flushed slightly. "A little."

Wilbur poured Faye a glass. "It's true that I haven't had enough."

Faye raised her glass, clinking it against Wilbur's as they chugged it.

The two of them chatted as they drank. It did not take long for them to finish the wine that Benjamin had brought over.

Faye seemed to be pretty drunk. She went to get another bottle from the wine cabinet and popped it open without hesitation.

Wilbur chuckled. Faye poured each of them another glass, and they continued to drink.

Over an hour later, Wilbur looked at Faye, who passed out on the couch. He shook his head and said, "Don't drink that much if you can't take it. What am I supposed to do now?"

Consequently, he could only carry the unconscious lady upstairs.

Faye's body, scent, and aura ate away at Wilbur's resistance against temptation, challenging his mental and physical forbearance to its limits.

At last, he finally took Faye to her room and covered her with a blanket, after which he rushed downstairs immediately.

After he left, Faye opened her eyes slowly. She glanced at the door irritably and mumbled, "Was I not charming enough?"

The next morning.

Upon waking up, Wilbur decided to stay in his room for a little while longer. He only came out of his room after Faye had left for work.

What happened last night was a little awkward, and he was a little nervous to see Faye.

After all, as the boss, he had gotten his female subordinate drunk. That would not look very good.

After making himself breakfast, he headed to the park to cultivate.

At the same time, in house number one, Susie was standing at the door of her grandfather's room as she begged, "Grandpa, you've got a check-up due today. Please open the door."

There was no response. Susie could only call out over and over again.

A long time later, Benjamin sighed. He was in the middle of cultivating. He got up and opened the door.

He felt like he was in prison but could not bring himself to get angry at his granddaughter.

Susie saw her grandfather and rushed up to him at once. "Grandpa, have you been taking the medicine on time?"

"Yes, I have," Benjamin said calmly.

In fact, he had thrown the medicine into his shoe cabinet, and it was still there.

Susie nodded and drove her grandfather to the hospital for a series of check-ups.

After they were done, Doctor Sepia said to Susie, "The results will be out in the afternoon. I'll give you a call."

"Thank you, Doctor Sepia," Susie said before sending her grandfather home.

Once they got home, Benjamin headed to his room again to continue to cultivate.

Susie began to wait anxiously. Her grandfather was very, very ill, and everyone knew about it.

Whether or not he had a chance at getting better would be all on the medicine.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon when Doctor Sepia finally called.

Doctor Sepia was delighted to tell Susie that her grandfather's condition had taken a turn for the better, to the point where even his fibrotic lungs were getting better. It was truly a miracle.

After delivering the news, Doctor Sepia urged Susie to have her grandfather keep taking that medicine, considering how effective they were.

Susie agreed happily to everything. She hung up the call and let out a sigh of relief.

Based on what Doctor Sepia said, her grandfather was getting better, and he would be able to live a few more years with no issues. That was definitely good news for the Grayson family.

However, the thought of that scammer made her grit her teeth in anger again.

She had met people like this before.

The Grayson family was a force to be reckoned with in the country with unrivaled influence, and countless people wanted to play up to them so they could get whatever they wanted from them.

Her grandfather had told them before to be careful of people like that in case they used the Graysons' reputation to cause harm to the country for personal gain.

However, her grandfather was clearly losing his mind with age. To think that he would believe that scammer just like that and forget everything he had said before.

At that thought, Susie could not help but give her father another call.

"Dad, when are you coming back? That scammer's making Grandpa drink and smoke now. He's gone too far."

There was a brief pause before an enraged voice sounded through the phone, "Send me this guy's details. I'll be back tomorrow."

"Alright. Please hurry. Grandpa has completely been bewitched."

Upon hanging up, Susie sent over Wilbur's phone number, address, and even his picture to her father.

Following that, she gritted her teeth and growled, "Just wait and see how my father takes you down, you lying b*stard."

It was five o'clock in the evening.

Wilbur finished meditation early and went to the supermarket to buy some groceries. He then headed home and started cooking in the kitchen. Having Faye cook for him all the time was starting to make him feel a little bad.

When Faye returned to the house from work and saw Wilbur cooking in the kitchen, she covered her mouth in shock.

A moment later, she rushed up to him and said, "Boss, let me handle this. I can't let you cook."

"I've got nothing to do, anyways. Besides, it doesn't feel right to make you cook for me all the time. It's your turn to try my cooking."

With that, Wilbur brought out a few dishes to the dining table.

"Thank you, Boss. I'll get changed."

Faye flitted up the stairs joyously, changing into a lace slip dress before coming down.

The slip dress covered everything it had to but would expose Faye's long, fair legs when she walked.

Wilbur smiled. "Let's eat."

He set the plates and cutleries for both of them, and they dug in heartily.

Faye was ecstatic, praising Wilbur to no end. It was a rather simple meal, but Faye dug in as if she was dining on the world's finest foods.

Wilbur had three servings himself. After the meal, the two smiled while looking at each other. Faye even lay on the couch with her legs on display. Whatever could not be seen threatened to be exposed at any second, which was quite a temptation for Wilbur.

Nevertheless, all he said was, "Could you please do the dishes?"

Faye sat up, her gaze flashing irritably. After doing the dishes, she sat down next to Wilbur. "Boss, it's Blake and Yvonne's wedding tomorrow."