How about I make a sacrifice and let you be my boyfriend?

"You sure you're just an ordinary security guard?" Gabrielle asked, looking completely baffled. "I feel like you're richer than me! Did they pay you to be in prison ?!"

"Uh… right!" Gibson said with an awkward laugh. "Yeah, I made a bit of money. Just enough to get by."

"I knew it! Tell me which prison, I want in too!"

"…"

Gibson wasn't lying. During his three years in the Dungeon of Death, he did nothing but watch the money flow into his account daily. The funds came from the warden, other inmates, and even world leaders. Being in prison didn't stop him from pulling strings outside. True bosses often control everything from behind the scenes.

Sonia looked at the king crab, which was longer than her arm, feeling utterly exasperated. 

"It's always steak or lamb with you, and now you're having king crab for breakfast? Can't you tone it down a bit?" Sonia snapped, giving him a sideways glance.

Gibson paused mid-bite. "Huh?! This isn't toned down enough? Since I got back, this is the worst meal I've had. I ate way better in prison!"

The two women were speechless.

Whenever Gibson talked about his prison days, it sounded more like he was living it up rather than being reformed. Gabrielle was even starting to envy him!

"Do you ever stop bragging?"

They didn't take Gibson seriously. How could someone in prison feast on gourmet food every day? Forget gourmet, getting enough to eat in there would be a luxury!

"Alright, alright!" Gibson said, rolling his eyes. 

He thought he was already being modest. Back in the day, a meal for him consisted of a hundred and eight dishes; anything less wasn't worth sitting down for. Maybe dragon liver and phoenix marrow was a bit of an exaggeration, but he definitely ate things most people hadn't even seen.

And now he was getting flak for eating a measly crab. It was baffling!

"Isn't it obvious? I'm your boss, eating scraps while you're having king crab. Who's the pauper here?" Sonia huffed, glaring at him.

Women are like that sometimes; you never really understand why they're upset.

"Want a bite?" Gibson asked with a sly grin.

Gabrielle shook her head furiously, while Sonia tried to stay composed, though she couldn't help but secretly swallow. No one can resist good food!

"No kidding! You made it, and now you're not going to share?"

Gibson smiled at Sonia. "Sure, you can have some. For a billion dollars."

"Are you out of your mind? What makes this crab worth a billion?!" Gabrielle snapped, slamming her hand on the table.

But Sonia looked up at him. "Can we deduct it from what you owe the Juarez family?"

"Of course!"

"I'll give you a billion a day, and for every billion, you'll reduce your debt by thirty billion. Deal?"

"Deal!"

Gabrielle quickly pulled Sonia aside. "Sonia, are you crazy?! Thirty billion a month?!"

"He owes the Juarez family nineteen thousand six hundred and ninety-six billion. Do you think he'll ever pay that back? Even if we deduct thirty billion a month, do you know how many years it would take to clear that debt?"

"How many years?"

"Fifty-four years! If he runs off, we're not getting a cent. So, I'd rather slowly chip away at it. I'm not losing anything this way!"

 "..."

Gibson sat to the side, speechless. These two were discussing their plans without any discretion, even though he was barely a meter away. Their calculations were practically audible!

"Actually, if you want me to pay off the debt quickly, there's a way. Give me control of the company, and I'll make you the richest person in Starfall City in a month!" Gibson said confidently.

To him, making money was the easiest thing in the world. If everything were as simple as making money, there'd be a lot less suffering. He was a financial wizard that people would pay fortunes to hire, but Sonia wasn't taking advantage of his talents. Some people would be banging their heads against the wall if they knew!

"Yeah, right!" Sonia scoffed, shaking her head with a wry smile. "I admit you're smart, talented, and you cook really well…"

"You forgot one thing."

"What?"

"I'm also very handsome!"

The two women fell silent, rolling their eyes.

"But running a company isn't child's play! You have no experience managing people or handling a high-tech business that deals with major domestic and international channels. Even if you shadowed me every day, it'd take at least three years before you could take over!" Sonia said seriously.

Gibson shrugged, looking resigned. "You're right. I've only ever led a small team of ten people."

"Exactly! My company has over five hundred employees. One mistake and the whole company could go under!"

He didn't argue further. Maybe Sonia thought the ten people he managed were just ordinary folks.

Meanwhile, Gabrielle, being the foodie she was, kept stuffing her face. She hadn't even finished her first plate before moving on to the second and third.

"This is amazing! Everything I've eaten before must've been junk food. This is real gourmet!" she said, grinning at Gibson. "You cook so well. How about I make a sacrifice and let you be my boyfriend?"

Gibson nearly spat out his drink, then flicked her on the forehead. "Please, if you were good-looking, they'd call it returning the favor. For you, it's more like a crime. You eat my food, drink my drinks, and then want to punish me?"

"You jerk! I'll kill you!" Gabrielle shouted, putting down her chopsticks and lunging at him. No one noticed the small blade Gibson had hidden between his fingers.

As she lunged, her shirt's buttons popped open.

The sight nearly gave Gibson a nosebleed.

"Ahh! You pervert, don't look!" Gabrielle screamed, loud enough to scare the sparrows off the trees.

"…"