At that moment, Sophia slumped weakly to the ground, her face etched with resentment and disbelief. How could this have happened? She, Sophia, had actually been outmatched by Liza? Later, Liza returned to Longwan Residential, heading straight upstairs to rest. Her steps were slower than usual, fatigue evident in her posture. Downstairs, George stood grinning as he addressed Gavin. “President, about Young Madam…” Gavin, removing his jacket, cast an amused glance at his assistant, signaling him to continue. George straightened up, his grin widening. “Young Madam looked very tired today. As her husband, this is your perfect chance to show her some care and concern. Women love that sort of thing.” The butler, standing nearby, sighed inwardly. George was truly fearless to be offering relationship advice to the president.Meanwhile, George and the butler quietly retreated to a corner, eavesdropping on the conversation from a distance. With an air of confidence, George pulled out a book titled How to Make a Woman Fall in Love With You. He flipped to a specific paragraph and pointed to it enthusiastically. “Look, President, it says right here: ‘The easiest way to win a woman’s heart is during moments when she’s feeling vulnerable or tired. Surprise her with thoughtful gifts like clothes or jewelry, and she’ll be overjoyed.’” George rolled his eyes. He couldn’t help but think how ironic it was for George—who had never been in a relationship—to be offering dating advice to someone like Gavin. Gavin glanced briefly at the book, his expression unreadable. Still, he seemed intrigued. “Clothes and jewelry, huh?” he muttered to himself. “That’s an interesting suggestion.” Without further discussion, Gavin picked up his phone and dialed the person in charge of a high-end fashion brand, giving a series of quiet instructions. George watched as Gavin disappeared upstairs without another word, leaving him standing there with a look of mild exasperation. “President, you’re so stingy! You didn’t even go out yourself to pick something for Young Madam. Are you planning to stay in her bad books forever?” George grumbled under his breath. He sighed dramatically, throwing his hands in the air. “Fine! If you’re not going to do it properly, as your assistant, I’ll step in and save the day!” The next evening, when Liza returned home after work, she was greeted by an unexpected sight. In the center of the living room stood a towering pile of elegant, exquisitely wrapped gift boxes. Each one was adorned with delicate bows, their presentation almost too perfect to disturb. Her first instinct was to turn and leave, suspicious of the scene before her. But before she could take a step, George appeared out of nowhere, his grin plastered across his face. “Young Madam, these are all from the president!” he declared, his tone dripping with pride. Liza froze, glancing at the stack of boxes. “These… are from Gavin?” George nodded eagerly, rubbing his hands together like a man confident in his strategy. “Of course! The president personally arranged all of this for you. Don’t you think it’s touching?” Liza eyed him skeptically. George’s over-the-top excitement only heightened her suspicions. Was this some kind of prank? Or worse, were these boxes rigged with something unexpected? “Young Madam, don’t just stand there—open them!” George urged, practically bouncing on his feet. Hesitant, Liza approached the stack, a flicker of curiosity breaking through her caution. These were supposedly from Gavin. What could he have possibly chosen for her?Taking a deep breath, she reached for the nearest box and carefully untied the ribbon. The lid lifted smoothly, revealing its contents. And when she saw what was inside— When Liza opened the box, her eyes widened in shock, and her cheeks flushed a deep red. Without a second thought, she slammed the lid shut, her fingers trembling slightly. Inside the box was a set of black nightwear, crafted entirely from transparent gauze. It was scandalously revealing, more decorative than functional, and certainly incapable of covering her body. This… was Gavin’s idea of a gift? Her mind reeled as she tried to process what she had just seen. The ever-dignified and aloof Gavin, who was rumored to be cold and disinterested in women, had actually sent her something so shameless? Liza took a deep breath, forcing herself to regain composure. Her gaze turned icy as she looked at George, who was standing nearby with an awkward smile. “Are you absolutely sure this… was sent by Gavin?” George nodded quickly, though his confidence wavered under her glare. “Yes, Young Madam! The president arranged for these gifts. I’ll take them to the bedroom for you!” She narrowed her eyes suspiciously but decided against questioning him further. Memories of the rumors surrounding Gavin swirled in her mind—how he was described as stoic, unapproachable, and completely uninterested in frivolities. Yet, this “stoic” man had sent her something so… outrageous? Feeling her legs weaken slightly, Liza gripped the railing as she climbed the stairs, ignoring George’s chatter behind her. Downstairs, George scratched his head as he watched her retreat. “She doesn’t seem thrilled,” he muttered. The butler, who had been observing the exchange from the sidelines, leaned in with a knowing smirk. “Let me guess—you’re the one who chose the gift, aren’t you?” George froze for a moment before nodding sheepishly. “Well… yes. But I’m sure she’s happy about it! She’s probably just too shy to show it in front of me.” The butler chuckled lightly. “Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure. Young Madam looked more upset than shy. If anything, she might be furious.” “...” George let out a dramatic sigh, slapping his forehead. “It’s over! I might’ve really messed up this time!” The butler tilted his head curiously. “What exactly did you give her?” George hesitated, avoiding the question entirely as he walked away, muttering something about fixing things later. Upstairs, Liza stormed into the bathroom, turning on the tap to splash cold water on her face. She needed a moment to calm the flurry of emotions swirling inside her—embarrassment, disbelief, and even a flicker of anger. After taking a few deep breaths, she returned to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to open the remaining gift boxes one by one. However, with each box she opened, her expression darkened. The contents varied, but the theme was consistent—seduction. There were more revealing nightgowns, intricately designed undergarments, and gowns with daring cuts. While she couldn’t deny that the fabrics were luxurious and the designs exquisite, the nature of the items made her blood boil. Liza could immediately tell that these clothes were expensive and meticulously selected. They even matched Gavin’s usual taste for elegance and refinement. But their suggestive nature left her wondering if this was some sort of twisted joke. She let out a long sigh, leaning back on the bed, her thoughts in turmoil. What in the world was Gavin thinking?