Liza walked up to Gavin with a bright smile, though her emotions were anything but cheerful. “Mr Gavin~ You’re so generous and kind! I really do like you. Someone as magnanimous as you wouldn’t hold a grudge, right?” Gavin chuckled softly, his voice carrying a teasing edge. “Your attitude changes so quickly. Impressive.” Despite her forced grin, Liza’s irritation simmered beneath the surface. Thinking back, it made sense that Gavin was Miles. In hindsight, the clues had always been there, yet she’d failed to piece them together. Though she was annoyed by his smugness, she couldn’t deny that as her senior, he had always treated her well. This realization left her feelings conflicted. Her mind spun as she considered the dual nature of their relationship. Gavin wasn’t just her husband—he was also her revered senior. The overlap felt chaotic and hard to reconcile.Suddenly, a memory hit her, and her entire body tensed. She recalled venting to her senior after marrying Gavin, complaining bitterly, “My husband is such a bastard!” Gavin raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with amusement as if he could read her thoughts. “Junior, did something cross your mind?” he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips. Before she could respond, he added slyly, “Remember when I gave you that course on how to insult people? How did that go?” Liza stiffened, her face paling. “Heh, n-not bad,” she stammered, her voice unsteady. Standing nearby, Mason sensed the strange tension between them. He looked back and forth, confused. “Why does it feel like you two knew each other before this? You seem way too comfortable with each other.” Ignoring Mason’s bewilderment, Gavin turned to Liza and said with a calm smile, “If you need help writing programs, just let me know. After all, I’m the man you love the most.” Mason’s jaw dropped. “Wait a second! You two are married! Isn’t saying stuff like that a little… inappropriate? You’re such a scumbag!” Embarrassed, Liza forced a laugh. “Senior, you knew who I was this whole time, didn’t you?” “Yes,” Gavin replied casually. “I figured it out on my birthday.” Her eyes widened in shock. “Back then?” That meant the gift she had meticulously prepared for her senior had been with Gavin all along! He’d known everything and kept it from her this entire time. Mason, growing increasingly exasperated, threw up his hands. “Are you two even listening to me? Liza—Senior—you…” But Gavin cut him off smoothly. “Young Master Mason,” he said, his tone unbothered, “there’s no need for you to call her ‘Junior’ anymore. Just call her ‘Sister-in-law.’ Right, Mrs. Liza?” With that, Gavin took Liza’s hand firmly in his own and led her out of the lounge without waiting for a response.Mason stood frozen, his mind racing to process what had just happened. “Wait, what?” he muttered to himself. “Liza is Mrs. Liza? They’re already married?! And I’m still single?” As the pair disappeared from view, he shouted after them, “Junior, that Mr. Sam guy seems to be—” His words were cut off by their swift exit, leaving him standing there, dumbfounded. Shaking his head, Mason muttered to himself, “If she weren’t married, Mr. Sam might’ve had a chance. But with Gavin as her husband? Who does Mr. Sam think he is? A little bit of money isn’t enough to compete with Gavin. Dream on!” … Liza struggled against Gavin’s firm grip as he dragged her toward the garage. “Let go!” she protested, her voice tinged with frustration. Once they reached the garage, Gavin released her, his expression calm but laced with mischief. “Mrs. Liza,” he said smoothly, “is this how you treat the man you claim to love?” Liza froze, momentarily stunned by his shamelessness. Her face flushed as she shot him an indignant look. “Shameless! I never said that!” she retorted, pushing his hand away in a huff. But Gavin was unfazed. He grabbed her waist with practiced ease, his fingers lightly brushing against her, making her flinch involuntarily. “Mrs. Liza,” he murmured, his tone teasing, “you’re really lacking in conscience.” Liza’s face turned crimson, her heart racing at the sudden closeness. His words, though playful, carried a hint of something deeper, filling the air with an unmistakable tension. “W-What are you doing?” she stammered, trying to mask her nerves. “Let go of me, or don’t blame me if I—” Gavin chuckled, cutting her off. His finger gently brushed her lips, silencing her. “What’s there to be shy about? I’m your husband,” he said with an easy confidence. Liza wanted to disappear. Why had she decided to provoke him in the first place? She mentally berated herself as she searched for an escape from the awkward moment. Just then, a warm, composed voice broke the tension. “Miss Liza, it’s been a while.” Liza’s head snapped toward the source of the voice, her body tensing as recognition dawned on her. Oh no, she thought, panic flashing in her eyes. The man standing before them was none other than Mr. Sam —the “big shot” her Albert had mentioned, and the man who once held the title of her fiancé. Ignoring Gavin, Mr. Sam stepped forward and extended a red velvet box toward Liza. “Congratulations on your success in the translation competition, Miss Liza,” he said with a gentle smile. “This is a gift for you.” Liza glanced at the box, instantly recognizing it as a Lone Star design worth at least five million . Her heart sank as she realized the delicate situation she was in. On one side was her husband, and on the other was her ex-fiancé. The atmosphere between them grew thick with tension.“Mr. Sam,” she said quickly, her tone polite but firm, “this is far too generous. I can’t accept it.” Unbothered, Mr. Sam calmly retracted the box and offered her a warm smile. “That’s fine. This necklace will always belong to you, Miss Liza. It’ll be here waiting for you whenever you’re ready.” Gavin’s expression darkened, his arm tightening possessively around Liza’s waist. His gaze, cold and piercing, swept over Mr. Sam before he silently led Liza toward the car. As Mr. Sam stood unfazed, his voice followed them. “Miss Liza,” he said with quiet sincerity, “I like you. I hope you’ll consider giving me a chance.” Before Liza could respond, Gavin shut the car door and drove off without a word, leaving Mr. Sam standing alone with his calm, enigmatic smile.