Delicious!

Sonia filled her in on the current situation. Even if Gabrielle left now, she'd be targeted right away. They might use her as leverage, threatening to harm her unless she hands over something. But if she actually knew what that thing was, maybe she'd trade it for some peace. The problem is, she really has no clue what this so-called genetic sequence even is.

Both she and her dad graduated with master's degrees in medical research, but she has no idea what her dad was actually researching.

"That guy looks scrawny, nowhere near as tough as the mercenary you hired before! That guy could break nine bricks with one punch. Can he do that?" Gabrielle scoffed, clearly unimpressed. "And you're paying him two billion a year? Easy money! Why not give it to me instead? I could get you hundreds of top martial artists to guard you day and night. How cool would that be?"

Clearly, Gabrielle hadn't grasped the severity of the situation yet, thinking it was just about getting something from them, but now their personal safety was at risk.

"I'm in business, and I always prioritize quality over quantity. If something really goes down, a hundred people might not be as good as one who's actually effective," Sonia said seriously.

"Sonia, if you're going to hire someone, it shouldn't be a guy fresh out of jail! Do you even know his background? You're daring enough to have him stay overnight? We're both so pretty, what if he tries something? It would be so easy for him!"

The two exchanged a glance, as if reaching some sort of understanding.

Downstairs.

Sonia slapped a contract on the table.

"What's this?" Gibson, lounging with his legs crossed, picked up the paper and scanned it.

"Can't you see? It's a housing agreement!"

Gabrielle stood with her hands on her hips, clearly annoyed. "Who knows if you, you creep, will sneak up at night to steal our underwear!"

"First off, I need to clarify that I'm not a creep. Secondly, have you ever seen a creep as handsome as me?" Gibson spread his hands helplessly.

"You? Handsome? Ha, finding a girlfriend in your lifetime would be a miracle!"

"..."

Gibson squinted at her and shook his head sadly.

Ah, she has no idea how easy it would be for him to get a girlfriend.

"Check out the contract, and if there's no issue, sign here," Sonia said, placing the contract on the table.

He didn't even look at it and just signed at the end. "Done!"

"Not going to read it? Let me tell you, if you break even one rule, we'll call the police!" Gabrielle warned, hands still on her hips and fuming.

Gibson kicked back, his legs tossed up on the coffee table, and fished a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He lit one up—everything about it was black, from the box to the tobacco, and the pack didn't even have any branding or manufacturer's info on it.

"I've only got one condition," he said, taking a deep drag from his cigarette.

The two women exchanged a look, probably totally confused. Living with two beauties like them should be every guy's dream, right? But there he was, acting like it was all a huge bother.

Sonia frowned and asked seriously, "What's the condition?"

"I'm fine staying here, but you two can't be hitting on me, and don't even think about sneaking into my room at night! I mean, I'm just an innocent guy here, and you two are like wolves. I don't feel safe!" Gibson said, spreading his hands and looking troubled.

Pfft—!

The women were drinking water and they just spit it out laughing.

"Are you out of your mind, saying something like that?!" Gabrielle coughed and choked, glaring at him through squinted eyes.

He slowly stood up, glanced at Gabrielle's legs, cleared his throat and said, "Heh, trying to test me with that? Who wouldn't survive this little test? Try black stockings next time!"

"Over my dead body!"

Gabrielle was fuming, while Sonia couldn't help but snicker at the side.

"Oh Sonia, look at him! Where does he get the confidence from?"

He's just average looking, dresses average, has an average temper—everything about him is average, but he's always oozing this weird confidence!

Sonia patted her shoulder and pulled out two packs of instant noodles from a drawer, "Alright, let's eat! I still have paperwork to do."

"You guys are eating this for dinner?" Gibson looked disgusted.

Gabrielle protectively gathered the food in front of her, "If you want some, go buy your own!"

"Pfft! Forget it, I can't live like this! Back in prison, if I didn't get a fancy meal, I'd give the guards a beating!"

"How come no one sorted you out in prison with that attitude?!"

"People used to talk to me the same way you do!"

"And then?"

"They all met gruesome ends."

"..."

The two women didn't believe a word Gibson was saying. They knew what kind of place prison is—where even the toughest guys turn soft when they come out. But for Gibson, it was different. He wasn't there to be reformed; they brought him in to reform others!

Then, noises came from the kitchen—looks like he really was cooking. Truth be told, since moving in, the two hadn't even used the kitchen.

It had been a long time since they'd felt this homely atmosphere of cooking.

"He really can cook, huh!" Sonia said, surprised, looking towards the kitchen.

Gabrielle, swirling around her instant noodles and adding eggs and sausage, scoffed, "Yeah, right! As if his cooking is edible. Maybe even dogs wouldn't eat that!"

"..."

Ten minutes later.

The delicious aroma wafted through the cracks of the kitchen door, instantly making the noodle-slurping women pause and take notice.

There he was, bringing out a plate of oyster sauce lettuce, followed by stir-fried tomatoes with eggs, , stir-fried beef, and even a small soup.

Though they were simple dishes that wouldn't stand out in a restaurant, the scent alone was enough to make the women drool, making their instant noodles taste utterly bland!

"I could hear you swallowing from the kitchen!" Gibson said with a sly grin after taking a bite of his food. "Want some?"

"Pfft! I'd rather starve than eat your food. Who knows if you poisoned it to steal my black stockings later!"

Gibson pulled out a hundred bucks and slapped it on the table. "Take this!"

"What for?" Gabrielle asked, looking puzzled.

"Maybe you should have your brain scanned at the hospital."

"You...!"

Fuming, Gabrielle turned to Sonia and said in a coquettish tone, "Sonia, look at him, can you believe... What? Sonia, what are you doing?!"

Sonia, already digging in with her fork, was eating with gusto. "It's delicious! Come on, try some, this guy can really cook!"

"No way! I already said, only a dog would eat that!"

But those harsh words didn't last long.

Soon, Gabriella was eagerly filling her bowl, completely forgetting any semblance of decorum.

"Delicious!" she mocked herself as she wolfed down the food.

...Dog????