Semua Bab THE CEO'S LITTLE MATCHMAKERS : Bab 11 - Bab 13

The main kitchen of Willow Springs did not feel like the setting for a romantic dinner. It was a cavernous, bustling space smelling of roasted garlic and fresh rosemary. Amelia had deliberately kept the environment casual. She wore an apron over her jeans, working alongside the evening kitchen staff to prepare a simple, hearty pasta dish. She wanted to ensure there was absolutely no room for misunderstanding—this was a practical compromise to appease two stubborn preschoolers, not a date. When Ethan arrived with Lily, the corporate tycoon looked entirely out of his depth. He stood near the industrial steel prep tables, holding Lily's small canvas backpack as pots clattered around him. "You can take a seat at the staff table over there, Mr. Blackwood," Amelia called out, gesturing with a wooden spoon toward a long, rustic wooden table in the corner of the kitchen. The girls immediately took control of the seating arrangements. Emma and Lily scrambled onto the heavy wooden be

The rain began to pelt against the office windows as Sarah hurried into the room, a faded manila folder clutched tightly against her chest. "I didn't know, Amelia. I swear to you, I didn't know," Sarah gasped, her face pale as she clutched a faded manila folder to her chest. She had rushed over the moment the new digital system flagged the discrepancy. "When your mother’s estate went through probate, this liability never appeared in the standard financial disclosures,” Sarah explained, her voice trembling. “I found the original records buried under an old agricultural land-grant tax ID that hasn't been active in a decade.” Amelia stood paralyzed as Ethan took the folder from Sarah’s trembling hands. He spread the yellowed pages across the rustic desk, his sharp eyes scanning the legal text with practiced, terrifying speed. It was a secondary, high-interest expansion loan. Amelia’s mother had taken it out fifteen years ago to fund the original construction of the south cabins. B