When misfortune strikes, even a sip of water can choke you to death.

When she went out shopping, she would also encounter business rivals who were making things increasingly difficult for Cosmos.

Everyone knew that oftentimes, it was Hansen Ruiz, Special Assistant to the President of Valence Group, who gave the orders.

From Hansen Ruiz's recent words, Diana Powell understood that even if Glades Horne held back, Hansen would ensure Cosmos was removed from the business community. The thought that her own thriving company could be doomed because of her tragic love affair filled her with immense regret.

If she had known it would come to this, she would have preferred to remain unmarried for life rather than steal Julia Bluen's boyfriend.

The Land Rover drove off, and Rachel Bailey sat in the passenger seat counting the money.

Hansen Ruiz glanced at her, a soft laugh in his voice. "You look as if you've never seen so much money before."

"Three thousand dollars, back to you. For that kind of pretentious bitch, if you want to hit her, just hit her. There's no need for an excuse. This money could have been put to good use if donated to charity. Giving it to that shameless bitch is simply an insult to USD! But it was quite satisfying. Just now in the shopping mall, she was throwing money at others, thinking she was so great because she had money. Who would have thought, in the blink of an eye, she'd also be slapped with money? It's truly karmic retribution, and it came quickly. Hansen Ruiz, let me tell you, making money isn't easy. If you throw money at people like that again, acting all rich and mighty, don't tell anyone else I know you," she said.

Rachel Bailey handed the three thousand dollars back to Hansen Ruiz and gave him a piece of her mind.

Hansen Ruiz still smiled and drove towards the Golden Phoenix Inn without taking the three thousand dollars, saying, "Alright, from now on I won't throw money at people anymore, and I won't act all rich and mighty. Actually, I'm a very low-key person, at least much more so than Glades Horne. Don't think of me as a bad guy, okay? Let's use this money for dim sum at the hotel. You can treat me, and it'll make up for my breakfast."

Using his money to treat him to breakfast—what a bargain.

Still, Rachel Bailey returned the money to him with pride, saying, "When I've made some money in the future, I'll treat you. For today, you treat me. Here's your money back."

Hansen Ruiz wanted to say something else, but Rachel Bailey promptly changed the subject. She shared her thoughts about changing careers with Hansen Ruiz, who couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, thinking her plan was feasible.

Resale businesses were sure to profit as long as there was supply and demand.

Moreover, it only required being busy for half the day, which was indeed better than selling clothes and would still give her time to be with him.

So, after the two arrived at the Golden Phoenix Inn, they ordered breakfast, sat down, and discussed changing careers while eating.

Rachel Bailey told Hansen Ruiz that she could drive. Her father had high hopes, dreaming that once she and her brother became successful, they would buy a private car. Consequently, both siblings learned to drive upon becoming adults and obtained their licenses. To start, she decided to hire a car to go to the countryside to buy vegetables. Once she made some money, she would buy her own vehicle to deliver the goods herself, which would save money.

Listening to her ambitious plans, Hansen Ruiz, naturally gifted in business, knew she was destined to become a powerful woman. Food and vegetables could also be sold to restaurants and factories. The most important thing was whether Rachel Bailey could develop the business. However, with a source of goods and guaranteed quality, she didn't need to worry about lacking customers.

He even pointed out some existing shortcomings, making her career change plans more complete. He hoped Rachel Bailey would be able to succeed. This way, perhaps his status-conscious mother might look at Rachel differently. Even if he didn't care about his family's opinions, he would still marry Rachel Bailey. Deep down, however, he didn't want anyone looking down on his woman.

While Hansen Ruiz and Rachel Bailey enjoyed a cozy breakfast, at the Horne Family residence, someone wouldn't even open their bedroom door, let alone eat breakfast.

Mila Anderson stood in front of Adele Horne's room. It was now past nine in the morning, but there was still no movement from Adele's room. Ordinarily, Adele woke up very late, but an incident had occurred the day before, and the family was worried about her. Although it was exceptionally early for Adele, the Horne Family already felt it was very late.

"Adele, are you up yet? Can Mom come in? Are you hungry? I got up early this morning to prepare your favorite breakfast. Will you come out and have some?" Mila Anderson asked, her well-maintained face showing fatigue.

The Wine Party at the Horne Family residence had ended late, around midnight. Mila, too, had gone to bed late. Adele's plight caused her immense anguish, exacerbating her pre-existing insomnia.

In the morning, she had risen early and personally prepared a rich breakfast for Julia, who was pregnant, and also for Adele. But she had been calling outside the door for half an hour, and still, there was no response from Adele's room.

She wanted to open the door, only to find that Adele had locked it from the inside, something she rarely did.

She feared Adele might be having dark thoughts.

"Hong," Mila Anderson called. After half an hour with no response from the room, she quickly turned to instruct Hong, who was following her, "Quick, go call the Eldest Young Master and also the Master. Tell the Master to find the spare key for the Young Mistress's room."

As she gave her instructions, Mila Anderson's face had turned pale, and she trembled slightly with fear.

Her daughter had always been proud, arrogant, and looked down on everyone. To suffer such a blow so suddenly, especially from her most trusted friend, was a huge shock. Although her daughter had seemed strong and normal after returning home yesterday, that was just a facade. Who knew what she might do after closing her door? Would she contemplate suicide by slitting her wrists?

The more she thought about it, the more frightened Mila Anderson became. She knocked harder on the door, eventually alarming everyone in the villa; even the Old Madam came upstairs.

Soon, Glades Horne arrived with the spare key and swiftly unlocked Adele's door. When he pushed the door open, he found Adele was not in bed, shocking everyone.

Like a swarm of bees, everyone rushed into Adele's room.

"Adele!"

"Adele!"

The crowd surged into the room. They then saw Adele Horne huddled on the floor in a corner, her hair disheveled, her head and face buried in her knees, looking utterly helpless.