“That doesn’t really concern you, Mr. Randall.” Aiden’s expression didn’t look too pleased. To avoid further awkwardness, I quickly got into his car. Sitting there, I couldn’t help but wonder how he knew I lived here, and why he came to pick me up so early in the morning. As if he saw through my thoughts, Aiden said coolly, “This villa complex belongs to the Midnight Pack.” “Oh,” I replied. Figures. The Midnight Pack really had money to burn. “So why did you come pick me up today?” Aiden’s face shifted into a slightly uncomfortable expression. “You said I didn’t know how to court someone, right? Picking up the person you like from home and dropping them off should count.” “Who taught you that?” Aiden thought for a moment before slowly answering, “Jace.” I burst out laughing. He actually went to consult the eldest son of Emberclaw Pack, the notorious playboy of the werewolf world. That guy didn’t have the best reputation, but I had to give Aiden credit. He was trying. For someone like him, asking for tips was a big step forward. “So what else did you learn?” I looked at him with a playful smile. Aiden didn’t say anything. He just pulled a card out of his bag. “This card has the amount you paid for that villa. The house is yours now.” I couldn’t help it—I laughed out loud. “This is what you learned? Giving away property? Mr. Aiden, money must really be burning a hole in your pocket!” Aiden froze, clearly unprepared for my reaction. This clueless man, I swear.“Well, since you’re offering, it’d be rude to say no.” I took the card from his hand and slipped it into my purse. “Who says no to more money?” “Is there anything else you like? I’ll buy it for you.” At that point, I was fully convinced—Aiden had absolutely no idea how to chase after a girl. “Alright, alright. This isn’t how you do it. Since you’re already driving me, just drop me off at the Bluewater Corporation building. I need to talk to Jackson about something.” When he heard I was going to see Jackson again, Aiden’s face turned sour. “Why him again? Can’t I help you instead?” I sighed in silence. Because I’m his boss, you jealous idiot! But I could only scream that in my head. Out loud, I forced a polite smile and asked, “So, are you taking me or not? If you’re not, I’ll go on my own.” Aiden reluctantly agreed. But he clearly wasn’t happy. He drove extra slow on purpose. And just before we arrived, traffic came to a full stop. The car slowed to a crawl and eventually stopped by the curb. “This might take half an hour. Should I have my assistant bring the helicopter?” I froze. Was he being serious? “This is downtown, Aiden. Can you think for two seconds before you act? What happened to your common sense?” A helicopter landing here would turn a traffic jam into a full-blown emergency. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I just want to take you there.” If a love-struck teenager heard that, she’d probably swoon. Me? I wanted to kick him. “I can wait. It’s not urgent.” “I don’t know much about courting someone, but I really want to treat you right. If I mess up, you have to tell me.” I’d never seen this side of Aiden—so earnest, yet so unsure of himself.I suddenly didn’t know what to say. The car went quiet. I turned my head toward the window, only to be drawn to a commotion outside. Two middle-aged werewolves were arguing over a parking issue. One of them was being completely unreasonable—he hit the guy’s car and still acted like he was in the right. He looked oddly familiar. I squinted and realized it was Zane, who had been missing for a while. He was dressed in rags, probably picked up from a bargain bin somewhere. All the pride and swagger he once had were long gone, replaced by the ragged look of a washed-up low-tier wolf. A bit pitiful, sure—but people like that only became pitiful because they made themselves hateful. I didn’t give it much thought. But then he turned and spotted me inside the car. He rushed over and shouted at the top of his lungs, “She’s my mate! If anyone’s paying you, it’s her—I’ve got no money!” The other guy actually bought it and came over too. “So you’re this guy’s mate? Alright, fine. My car’s damaged, and it cost me over a hundred grand. You paying in cash or should I give you my account number?” I laughed in disbelief. “I have nothing to do with him. Whoever hit your car should be the one paying you.” “What the hell? That’s so unfair!” The guy flopped down in front of the car and started yelling. “Everyone come look! This lady’s mate hit my car and now she’s refusing to pay! Is there no justice left in this world?”