Then what am I supposed to do?

The next morning, early.

Sonia and Gabrielle lived upstairs, while Gibson had a room downstairs. The detached villa had seven rooms in total, so with just the three of them, it felt quite spacious.

Normally, the two women set alarms and only got up when they went off, but today, they were lured out of bed early by a delicious smell.

"What's that smell?!" Gabrielle mumbled, standing at the railing on the second floor with her eye mask still on.

Both were still half asleep and hadn't fully woken up yet.

Downstairs.

Gibson was in the kitchen, continuously bringing out several plates to the dining table.

The breakfast spread covered the whole table with big and small plates filled with steaks, pasta, and matsutake mushrooms weighed by the kilo.

Even Sonia had to swallow her saliva seeing the spread.

"Time for breakfast! What are you waiting for?!" Gibson called out, hooking a finger upwards with a light laugh.

The two hurried downstairs, pulled out chairs, and sat down. Gabrielle, still in disbelief, bit into a black truffle and exclaimed, "Whoa! Real black truffles? These are worth over two hundred thousand, and you've got loads of them here?!"

"Huh? Are these expensive? I used to feed these to my dog at home; he seemed to like them!" Gibson shrugged and said with a light laugh, "Man, getting out of jail is so boring. The standard of meals has gone down!"

The two women: "?????"

Gabrielle really wanted to spit water in his face to wake him up!

Could it be that he ate better than this in prison?!

"Pfft, if you make breakfast like this every day, I'd be your dog!" she snorted, even arching her back to flaunt her best assets.

But Gibson just glanced at her and gave a cold laugh, "Nope!"

"Why not?!"

"To be my dog, you're still lacking a bit!"

"You son of a— I'm going to throttle you!"

...

It was the first time she'd ever seen someone so arrogant right after getting out of prison!

In the end, it was Sonia who had to play peacemaker and pull Gabrielle back. The poor girl was dressed so lightly she didn't even realize she was flashing everyone.

"If your cooking wasn't so good, I would've kicked you out already!" Gabrielle was furious, her chest heaving with anger.

But Gibson was just cutting his steak with a fork and knife, all calm and collected, and said, "Childish."

"Who are you calling childish?!"

"Whoever wears SpongeBob pajamas is childish!"

"You...!"

Gabrielle quickly crossed her legs. Her nightgown wasn't exactly... safe wear, and suddenly it hit her... he saw everything?!

...

After breakfast, Gabrielle had to head to college. She was still in her senior year, and even though she didn't have many classes, she still had to show up now and then.

Off to Wind Group.

Inside the Porsche Panamera.

Sonia just tossed the keys to Gibson and then sat in the passenger seat. "Drive!"

"Hey, acting all high and mighty, huh? Asking me to drive—I mean, I'll drive, but you better be brave enough to handle it!" Gibson shrugged and chuckled.

"Watch the front bumper, just got it fixed! And slow down!"

"Okay!"

"..."

As soon as she buckled up, the Porsche's wheels spun wildly, then he pulled the handbrake for a launch start, shooting out of the garage like a wild stallion out of control.

"Slow down—! Too fast! I can't take it!"

With the windows down, the wind whipped Sonia's hair all over, blocking her view.

"I'm only going 200 meters per minute; I'm already going slow!" Gibson said helplessly from the driver's seat.

"200?! I get scared at 50, slow down, slow down!"

"At 50, you can crash a bumper, you're really something else!"

"..."

Vroom—!

He switched the car to sport mode, and Sonia's screams were non-stop from the moment they started.

"Slow down! I can't take it anymore, I can't—!"

"You're too wild! I can't handle it—!"

"Please, slow down, I... Ah—!"

"..."

Her screams might give someone the wrong idea, but for Gibson, 200 was practically crawling.

Anything slower and he might as well get out and walk!

Half an hour later.

At Wind Group, in the CEO's office.

Sonia's hair was a complete mess, looking utterly ridiculous. She spent ages trying to fix it in front of a mirror before turning around and glaring at him. "I'm starting to think you went to jail for speeding, didn't you?!"

"Not really!"

"Then why?!"

"Too handsome! Caused international trouble, so I had to lock myself up!"

"International trouble?!"

"Yeah, all these princesses and high society ladies from Europe wanting to date me, it was so annoying. Almost started a couple of wars because of me!"

WTF?

Sonia couldn't help but shake her head at his stories. Seriously, anyone would think Gibson was just bragging!

But then, he quietly pulled out his phone, showing off a text from a woman.

"Darling, I miss you! Message me back, and I'll give you ten oil fields!"

"Just say the word, and I'll give up my crown prince title to fly to you!"

"My father agrees, if you marry me, you'll inherit the throne!"

All he did was snap back with one word— "Scram!"

Apparently being too handsome and charming almost caused a diplomatic crisis in Europe. Sure, it sounds far-fetched, but he insists it's true!

"Would it kill you not to brag?" Sonia rolled her eyes, clearly not buying it.

Then she grabbed a suit from the cabinet and threw it at him.

"Hurry up and get dressed. Go to work! And don't forget, you owe the Juarez family a whopping one thousand nine hundred billion!"

Gibson just shook his head and chuckled, "Fine! What do you want me to do, be the CEO? I promise, I'll double your company's value in three days!"

"You be the CEO? Then what am I supposed to do? Go sign up with security. We just happen to need a new guard! You can work at the office during the day and be my personal bodyguard at night!"

"?????"

He was completely bewildered, almost finding the whole thing amusing.

The great Mortal Demon, released from jail just to protect a woman, and now he's supposed to be a doorman for the company? If word got out, his peers in the industry would laugh their heads off!