The Beautiful Boss's Boudoir

Over the next day, Ryan did nothing but make a dozen trips between the mountain and the city below, hauling back enough food and supplies to last him a year.

Not only did he fill the four rooms of this villa to the brim, but he also packed every room of the nearest villa on the mountaintop.

The items he collected weren't just food; they included diesel and gasoline, clothing, essential medicines, books, vehicles, and various other daily necessities.

After entering the supermarket, Ryan had scoured every aisle, grabbing anything he thought he might need or could possibly use.

When he realized that the armored vehicle couldn't carry enough, he simply switched to a small pickup truck.

With the game's difficulty level increasing, Ryan had transformed into a survivalist fanatic. No matter what, he needed to stockpile enough supplies to last at least two years.

By the end of the day, Ryan was exhausted. He stumbled into one of the villa's rooms and collapsed onto the bed, too drained to move a single finger.

Over the past few years, Ryan had only done some manual labor during his summer jobs in college. After graduation, he had been working overtime every day under the pressure of performance targets. He hadn't really done any heavy lifting, so his physical strength wasn't that great.

Moreover, the cut on his arm from last night had reopened after a day of heavy lifting.

He was not only physically exhausted but also in excruciating pain all over his body.

Within minutes of lying down, Ryan dozed off.

When he finally woke up, it was almost noon, and he had slept for over ten hours.

His body still felt weak and listless.

He knew it was because he had overexerted himself the previous day. It would probably take a day or two of rest to recover fully.

Fortunately, he had moved most of the supplies he needed, so he wouldn't have to go down the mountain for a while.

After getting up and cooking a bowl of instant noodles in the kitchen, Ryan wandered around the villa again.

It had been pitch dark when he arrived the night before, and even with a flashlight, he hadn't been able to see much.

Now that it was daylight, he could finally take a proper look.

This time, he saw every detail, and the opulence and upper-class aura of the place left him in awe once more. He couldn't find the words to describe how impressed he was.

He had always known that his boss was wealthy, but he had never imagined just how rich he was.

But apart from feeling envious, Ryan didn't harbor any jealousy or resentment towards the wealthy. He knew that everything Gavin had was earned through his own hard work.

Gavin Garcia had started from scratch as a driver and built the Garcia Group from the ground up. By 2020, the Group had obtained a full suite of financial licenses, including banking, securities, futures, insurance, funds, trusts, and leasing. It was one of the few companies in the country with such a comprehensive financial license.

The Garcia Group employed over 600,000 people and ranked 64th in the Fortune Global 500, with a market value exceeding a trillion. However, Gavin had never made it onto any list of the wealthiest people.

His net worth was incalculable, mainly because no one knew how much of the Garcia Group's shares he owned.

As an ordinary employee of a subsidiary of such a vast group, Ryan was far removed from Gavin. He didn't even have the chance to meet the general manager of his own company, let alone Gavin himself.

But now, Ryan felt a thrill of excitement. Although he couldn't meet Gavin, he could at least stay in his boss's luxurious villa and do as he pleased.

While exploring the villa, Ryan made an unexpected discovery.

In the master bedroom, there was a family portrait. It included Gavin and his wife, another couple in their thirties, and two children standing in front of them—a boy and a girl. Ryan recognized the younger couple as Derek Garcia and his wife, Gavin's son and daughter-in-law, both of whom were senior executives at the Garcia Group.

The two children were, of course, Derek's kids.

But what surprised Ryan was the presence of another person in the photo—a young woman in her late twenties.

She had a flawless face, eyes that sparkled with life, and lustrous, raven-black hair. Her beauty was on par with any movie star.

Ryan immediately recognized her as Aileen Jones, the director of the business department at his company and the infamous "Queen of Terror".

Only the most important family members would be included in a family portrait displayed in the master bedroom.

Ryan suddenly remembered that Gavin's wife had the surname Jones.

As this thought crossed Ryan's mind, he looked again at the photo. Even if he was slow to catch on, everything suddenly clicked into place—Aileen was almost certainly Gavin's daughter.

She had kept her identity hidden while working at her own company.

No wonder she had started as a director and didn't even give the branch manager any face.

Ryan thought back to one of the rooms he had entered earlier. Judging by the style and the clothes in the wardrobe, it was undoubtedly a lady's room.

Now he realized it must have been Aileen's. The room had no male belongings at all, so it couldn't belong to either Gavin or Derek and their spouses. The only remaining possibility was that it was Aileen's.

Ryan's heart skipped a beat, and a sudden urge to explore her room overcame him.

The allure of his beautiful boss's boudoir was irresistible.

Once the thought took root, it refused to be dislodged.

Without any intention of suppressing this impulse, Ryan headed straight for Aileen's room.

He had only glanced around briefly the first time he entered.

This time, he took his time to look around. Apart from some cosmetics, books, clothes, and some lingerie that made him feel slightly embarrassed, there was nothing particularly unusual.

If there were any secrets in the room, they would have to be in the safe inside the walk-in closet. It was locked tight, and without the combination, Ryan had no way of opening it.

Ryan Miller was no longer surprised. This wasn't the first safe he had encountered in the villa. In fact, he had already found four of them.

Even though he had never seen one in real life, Ryan had seen enough safes in movies and TV shows to know that they were common in villas, used to store valuables and important documents.

The more locked something was, the more his curiosity was piqued.

If he hadn't seen it, he could have let it go, but now that he had, he had to find out what was inside.

Without hesitation, Ryan drove back down the mountain. After a bit of searching, he found a large hardware store.

He browsed around and picked up a electric drill, a electric saw, and a few other tools that he thought might come in handy. Then he returned to the mountaintop villa.

His plan was simple: since he didn't have the combination, he would just use brute force to break it open.

As an engineering major, Ryan had no trouble figuring out how to use the electric drill, even if he had never used one before. The tools even came with instruction manuals.

After a few minutes of study, he successfully started the drill and began to work on the safe.