Alas, there's a saying from my mother-in-law that actually makes a lot of sense. A prestigious lady must be able to grace the hall, manage the kitchen, fight off mistresses, and grasp the finances. She would strive for it.

"If you're reluctant to part, we can play for a little longer," Glades Horne said indulgently.

Julia Bluen shook her head.

"I want to find out about my sister's whereabouts sooner," Julia Bluen said, then turned to look deeply into Glades Horne's eyes once more. Those eyes seemed to possess an X-ray vision, as if analyzing the things Glades was hiding from her.

Glades Horne raised an eyebrow, then pressed her head into his chest, preventing her from looking at him with that probing gaze. He had instructed Jonathan Allen not to inform him about news of Ruby Bluen during his honeymoon; he simply wanted to enjoy a world of just the two of them with Julia Bluen.

He knew that he was being a bit selfish in doing so.

But he could also guarantee that Ruby Bluen would certainly be alright.

Because if she were in trouble, Jonathan Allen was a smart man and would undoubtedly defy his instructions and secretly inform him.

Upon returning to the country, he would ensure Julia Bluen learned of Ruby Bluen's whereabouts at the first opportunity.

"Julia, we have six more days; let's make the most of our happiness. Don't worry, your sister will be fine. Once we're back, I'll push those people to step up the search for your sister, and I will inform you the moment there's any news," Glades Horne whispered gently in Julia Bluen's ear.

"Mhm."

Julia Bluen hugged his waist and nodded firmly in his arms.

She also believed that her sister wouldn't be in trouble; after all, as the Chief Financial Officer at the company, her sister had a good deal of social experience.

Even though Glades Horne and Julia Bluen were still honeymooning in Switzerland, some matters were proceeding with urgency in his absence, such as dealing a blow to Cosmos Group.

Glades Horne's affection for Julia Bluen was as deep as the ocean; he wouldn't allow anyone to harm her, not even with a warning call. Nicholas Coldwell and Diana Powell were fearless, repeatedly calling Julia Bluen—Nicholas still harbored lingering feelings for Julia Bluen, a love that refused to die. Diana Powell's calls were nothing but insults and warnings. Even though Julia Bluen always came out on top, Glades Horne still felt uncomfortable.

He made an international call to Helen Griffin; the Griffin Family's company also specialized in lighting and was a leader in the industry. Although Cosmos Group also dabbled in real estate, their main business was lighting. He ordered Helen Griffin to snatch Cosmos Group's clients, essentially pushing Cosmos towards a dead end.

How could the Powell Family compete with the Griffin Family?

Despite Helen Griffin's carefree appearance, she was a powerful businesswoman, the favorite daughter of the Griffin Family, outperforming her brothers and designated as the Griffin Family's successor by her father. This caused extreme dissatisfaction among her brothers, but Helen Griffin had the tactics to deal with them, leaving them helpless.

In summary, all of Glades Horne's close friends were formidable figures.

「A black luxury sedan drove into the Cosmos Group.」

The car stopped in the management parking lot.

Dressed in a black suit with a deep blue tie, Nicholas Coldwell, along with Diana Powell, also in a black suit dress, her hair in a high bun, and carrying a handbag, emerged from the car.

Their honeymoon had ended, and they had returned from abroad, today marking their official return to work at the company.

Because Cosmos had recently encountered many obstacles, they were no longer in the mood to continue their leisure.

The pair walked towards the Office Building looking very intimate.

After walking into the Office Building, everyone greeted them warmly.

Diana Powell was the Vice President, and Nicholas Coldwell was a manager.

Listening to others call him "Manager Coldwell" with warmth and courtesy, Nicholas Coldwell's vanity was slightly satisfied. In the past, people had called him "Manager Coldwell," but it never seemed very respectful. Today, however, being called so as the CEO's son-in-law, he felt the title was filled with respect for him, even obsequious fawning.

What men desire is precisely this outcome—to be fawned over and made to feel successful and accomplished.

Nicholas Coldwell subconsciously pulled Diana Powell closer. He knew his status in Cosmos would change because of her. Until he became strong enough, he couldn't afford to let go of her.

Noticing Nicholas Coldwell's action, Diana Powell was extremely pleased. She turned to glance at him and then held him even more tightly.

Upon entering the elevator, Diana Powell considerately said to Nicholas Coldwell, "Don't head back to your office just yet. Go and greet Dad first."

"Alright, I'll listen to you," Nicholas Coldwell responded gently. In fact, since returning from abroad, they had already seen Dio Powell; after all, Nicholas had moved into the Powell Family's mansion, effectively a son-in-law living with the in-laws. However, today was their first day back at the office after the wedding, so it was quite normal to greet his father-in-law first.

The couple quickly arrived at the top floor.

"Vice President, Manager Coldwell, the CEO is in the Conference Room. He instructed that if you arrive, you should go directly to the Conference Room," Dio Powell's Secretary and mistress said as soon as she saw Nicholas Coldwell leading Diana Powell out of the elevator, immediately sashaying away from her secretary's desk and smiling at them.

The Secretary, nearing thirty-five, maintained herself well and looked to be in her twenties. She had been Dio Powell's Secretary since she was twenty-five and later became his mistress, having been with him for ten years. Though she did not receive a title or official recognition, she was at least compensated with some wealth. Dio Powell was quite generous to her, having bought her an apartment and a car. In addition to double her salary, he would give her an additional 20,000 yuan as spending money each month. However, Mrs. Powell held deep grudges against her, and by extension, Diana Powell had never shown her a friendly face.

Seeing her, Diana Powell's expression turned cold, and she responded indifferently, "Understood."

Nicholas Coldwell, however, smiled courteously at her. She returned the smile to Nicholas. Upon noticing, Diana Powell immediately darkened her face and pinched the back of Nicholas Coldwell's hand. Nicholas winced in pain but did not make a sound.

He silently endured, no longer smiling at the Secretary, and followed Diana Powell to the Conference Room.

Watching the couple's actions clearly, the Secretary simply scoffed.

Nicholas Coldwell doesn't love Diana Powell; I can tell with one glance. But I can't be bothered to enlighten them; it's not as if she's my own, and besides, Diana always treats me with such scorn. Even though I'm a mistress, it was Dio Powell who seduced me first. Besides, it takes two to tango. Diana, just like her mother, blames everything on me, calling me a seductress. Nicholas's situation is probably quite similar to mine now... Heh. As for me, I'll just watch the show. I'd like to see how long Diana's happiness can last. It's hard to find happiness by stealing someone else's man, just like me—enviable in material wealth, perhaps, but utterly devoid of joy in my soul.