Richard is ready to transfer 10% of his shares to his wife.

He agreed without any hesitation. Not a hint of doubt or indecision.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, with a slight smile on my lips and a piercing look in my eyes, I asked, "Can you bear to give up ten percent?" His eyes are clear and tender, he replies, "It's for you, not for an outsider."

At that moment, I had to admit that money is indeed an excellent way to express loyalty.

The emotions I had been suppressing all afternoon could finally be released.

As if to prove something, I asked with a smile, "What about if it was Bianca, would you give her?" He paused for a moment, then gave a definitive answer,

"No."

"Really?"

"Mmm, the only thing I can give her is that position."

Richard pulled me into his arms, with his calm and firm voice sounding above my head, "I will have John deliver the share transfer agreement this afternoon.

From now on, you are one of the bosses of the Lincoln Family.

Everyone else is working for you."

"What about you?" My mood improved considerably under his assurance, and I entertained him with a smile.

Raising his eyebrow, he asked,

"What?"

"Do you work for me?"

"Of course." He chuckled, ruffled my hair, stooping over to whisper sweet nothing in my ear, "I am at your service, in and out of bed." ...

I felt my face flush and shot him a glance.

That's how he is—respectable, aloof, and noble on the surface, but occasionally letting slip remarks like these that could turn one's cheeks red.

Seeing my mood brighten, he looked at his watch, "I have a meeting to attend.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, we have to go home for dinner with grandpa tonight.

I'll wait for you in the parking lot."

"Got it." Naturally, I wouldn't refuse him. With that in mind, I made up my mind.

"Honey, there's a surprise for you tonight."

A few days ago, he deceived me about the necklace, leaving me unsure whether or not to tell him about my pregnancy.

Since he could distinguish between me and Bianca, I should not hide it anymore.

"What surprise?" His curiosity was piqued, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

"I'll tell you after work, wait for me!"

I stood on my tiptoes, left a kiss on his lips, then ignored him.

After he left, I completely calmed down and focused on my design sketch.

After an unknown period of time, the door of the office was knocked once again.

Without raising my head, I said,

"Come in." "Sophia, did I disturb you?"

Bianca's gentle and pleasant voice came.

"You're a bit of a bother." I said bluntly.

When working on design drafts, I dislike being interrupted.

Bianca's expression turned awkward for a moment, yet she mustered up the courage to continue,

"I apologize, I didn't mean to. I just recently found out that the position of Design Director should have been yours.

I unintentionally took what belonged to you, so I wanted to apologize."

"It's alright." Richard had already compensated me.

Ten percent of the shares, even if I worked as a Design Director for hundreds of generations, I couldn't earn that much money.

Perhaps my aloof and easygoing attitude took her by surprise.

"Are you sure it's alright? If it makes you uncomfortable, you can tell me. I can move to another department.

Don't let this upset you."

She sauntered over and comfortably sat down next to the sofa.

"Sister Bianca, I'm not unhappy, please stay in the design department."

Stop stirring things up everywhere.

I'm afraid that not long after the shares come into my hands, she would cause the company to go bankrupt.

In the design department, at least I can hold the fort.

"That's good.

We are a family, if you have any emotional distress, talk to me, don't keep it in your heart."

Bianca, like a considerate older sister, tucks her long hair behind her ears and gently says, "After all, Richard said the company's positions are there for me to choose from.

I haven't worked in so many years, it doesn't matter what department I go to."

I wonder if I'm just overly sensitive.

Or something.

This piece of conversation doesn't sit well with me no matter how I process it.

It's as if, she's the closest person to Richard, and she's the lady boss of Lincoln Group.

"Director Sophia" John, seeing the door open, knocks symbolically, walks in and hands the agreement to me, "There are two copies, please review it.

The president has already signed. Sign and keep one copy with you."

Richard indeed says and does as he promises.

"Okay."

I flip open the agreement, quickly skim through it, efficiently sign my own name, hand back a copy to John, and smile politely: "Thank you for your effort."

"This is a share transfer agreement?" Bianca seems to have caught a glimpse of the agreement cover.

From my blind corner, her previously calm and graceful demeanor is shattered, her nails deeply dig into her flesh.

Only then does John look back, somewhat surprised, "Oh, Director Bianca is also here?

You two continue chatting, I need to report back to the president."

He completely ignores answering Bianca's question.

"I'll take my leave now."

A look of disbelief was mixed in Bianca's eyes, "Richard gave you shares?"

"No matter what it is, I believe it's unnecessary to report such things to Director Bianca, right?"

Following the incident with the necklace, I can't quite explain my feelings towards her.

In any case, it's hard to maintain a peaceful coexistence as before.

"Sophia, I can't help but feel some malice from you..."

Bianca stood up helplessly, "I don't know if it's due to the necklace incident or this promotion, but whatever caused your resentment towards me, please believe that I never intended to seize those things from you."

"I'm not even interested in these things," she responded.

Looking at her frank demeanor, my emotions were a mess. ...

As evening approached, I placed the pregnancy test I had dug out from the cake two days ago into my bag

. I planned to tell Richard as soon as I went downstairs - he was going to be a father.

He and I, we were going to have a child. Thinking of his reaction, and the little life inside me, even my steps became slightly lighter.

I was increasingly eager to share this surprise with him.

The elevator reached the underground parking lot, and I easily found the black Maybach.

Richard's tall and lean figure was leaning against the car, waiting for me patiently.

I threw myself into his arms, the scent of woody cologne unique to him filled my nostrils,

"Honey! Have you been waiting long?" "Mm."

He didn't hug me as he usually would, instead, he seemed somewhat awkward as he pushed me away,

"Let's get in the car first."

"Hold on, let me tell you what the surprise is."

I grabbed hold of him.

"What is it?" He seemed less excited about it than he had been at the office in the afternoon, appearing somewhat distracted. I frowned slightly, but didn't think much of it.

Looking deeply into his dark eyes, I said seriously, "Richard, you're going to be..." " Richard, why aren't you guys getting in the car yet?"

The passenger side window suddenly rolled down, cutting me off with words of impatience.

From where I was standing, I had direct eye contact with Bianca, who was sitting inside the car.

I looked at Richard in astonishment, hoping for an explanation.

But Bianca spoke before he did, speaking in a soft and subtle manner, "Sophia, I sent my car for maintenance and since we're all heading back to the old house, I took the liberty to hitch a ride with Richard.

I'm sure you wouldn't mind such a trivial matter, right?"