Carl returned to his apartment. Getting inside, Carl quickly went into the kitchen for a glass of water. It was only after getting back from the restaurant, that Carl felt how quench he's. Perhaps, the search for a cab made him like this. When Carl was done freshening up and changing into a housewear, he walked towards the empty room instead of heading to bed. “Heh, I've got a lot of work to do.”Carl grinned as he stood by the doorway, staring into the empty room.His arms were folded across his chest, one leg crossed over the other as he silently admired the space and imagined what it would look like once the renovation was complete.Since he planned to turn the room into a small treatment center, he already had a rough picture of how he wanted it to look.For now, his main concern was stocking it with the necessary herbs and medicines.His medical notes contained a long list of herbs, remedies, and medications he intended to keep in the room. Although there were still many moder

Carl walked out of the store but didn't leave right away. His gaze drifted toward the security post, and after a brief hesitation, he headed in that direction."Hello, can I ask you something?" he asked the security guard."Sure." The guard nodded."I'm looking for someone who furnishes rooms. Do you know anyone?"Before approaching the guard, Carl had spent some time debating whether he should search online for someone to help design his medicine room. However, after giving it some thought, he decided it would be better to ask someone directly and get a recommendation."Hmm..."Carl stood quietly to the side, patiently waiting while the guard thought."Oh, yeah. I can give you his contact information. If you need his services tomorrow, he'll definitely come," the guard finally said confidently.Carl felt relieved upon hearing that, but he couldn't help being curious about the man's confidence."How do you know him?"He wanted to be certain that the person being recommended was reliab

While waiting for Louis to return, and with nothing else occupying his time, Carl picked up his phone and began scrolling through it.A moment later, he checked his bank balance.“Argh! Carl, you're going broke!”After doing a quick calculation, he realized he only had around ten thousand dollars left.As for where all his money had disappeared to, he knew exactly why.That so-called largest medical supply store in the city had practically robbed him blind.They had completely drained his wallet.And then there was the room renovation.Carl had never imagined he would spend so much money furnishing a single room. Still, he had no intention of stopping midway. If he was doing it, then it had to be done properly.Rubbing his temples, he sighed heavily.Being poor wasn't pleasant.But being flat broke was even worse.“What can I do? What can I do...?” Carl muttered, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling.Suddenly, his eyes lit up.“Ah! I know.”He immediately sat upright.The next moment,

Chapter 57Carl was surprised. The moment he stepped out of his apartment building that morning, the first person he saw was a familiar man. For a brief second, Carl thought he was imagining things. But no, the man stood there calmly, dressed in another expensive suit, his hands behind his back as though he had been waiting for him all morning.Carl's brows twitched. His mind instantly drifted back to that strange night, the night he had been stranded and was desperately searching for a cab but some ended up meeting this man with so many expensive cars behind him. At the time, the man had acted as though their meeting was nothing more than a coincidence. Yet now, seeing him standing in front of his apartment building first thing in the morning, Carl found that explanation harder and harder to believe.What's he doing here? Carl thinks that the man shouldn't have been able to recognise this place since it was in the night that they brought him home. Is it a coincidence? He sighed d

Mr. Maxwell seemed to notice the expression on Carl's face and chuckled."I suppose I should explain." He said,Before he could continue, Ella suddenly lowered her head against his chest as if she had become shy.Apparently, she already knew what he was about to say.Carl swallowed hard as he watched the scene unfold, but he kept quiet.Mr. Maxwell walked over to the sofa and sat down. Then he pointed at Ella."My wife."Carl blinked.He nearly choked. His suspicion was instantly confirmed.So that was it.No wonder Ella was here instead of at the showroom. No wonder she looked so comfortable in the house. No wonder the maids treated her as if she belonged here while he was waiting downstairs.But what shocked Carl the most was the word wife.His wife?Weren't they both working at the same showroom?Even though Carl wasn't very familiar with company rules, he knew most workplaces frowned upon office relationships. Looking at these two, they weren't just dating, they were married!Of c