If Gavin’s theory was correct, every time Liza kissed him, she could truly savor the flavors of food. So, she liked him? What a joke. She wasn’t in love—she was treating him like her personal seasoning packet! George nervously glanced at Gavin’s darkening expression. “P-President Gavin, are you worried about Madam’s health? If you are, I can call the doctor to come over and conduct a full examination on her.” Gavin let out a cold laugh. “That won’t be necessary.” George froze, unsure whether to breathe a sigh of relief or panic. When Gavin stormed off and slammed the door to the study, George nearly jumped out of his skin. Lately, being around President Gavin was like walking on thin ice—it felt as precarious as dealing with a temperamental tiger. Liza, who had been seated downstairs, looked up at the noise. Her eyes met George’s, and she couldn’t help but ask, “He’s angry again, isn’t he?” George wanted to cry but held it in. President Gavin was impossible to please! Liza, however, seemed unbothered. “Don’t worry, he’ll calm down soon,” she said confidently. But George wasn’t so sure. “I doubt it…” he muttered, shaking his head. Taking a deep breath, he sat down opposite Liza with a serious expression. Adjusting his glasses, he asked cautiously, “Madam, can I ask you something? Do you… like President Gavin?” Liza raised an eyebrow at the unexpected question. “Like him? What exactly do you mean by ‘like’?” George hesitated, unsure how to explain something even he, a single man, found complicated. “You know… liking someone means missing them when they’re not around, wanting to see them, hug them, kiss them… and wanting to stay with them forever.”Liza thought carefully, comparing his words to her own feelings. Other than wanting to kiss Gavin so she could finally enjoy the taste of food again, none of the other sentiments applied to her. “Then I guess I don’t like him,” she concluded, her tone rational and calm. George froze, utterly baffled. “You… don’t?” Liza explained further. “I married Gavin because, on the day at the Civil Affairs Bureau, he was the only one willing to go through with it. I needed a husband to help me secure the shares of Sinclair Corporation, and he needed a wife to fend off his family’s nagging. Our marriage has nothing to do with liking each other. We’re just fulfilling our respective needs.” George’s hand trembled as he discreetly stopped the recording app on his phone. He suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, as if tomorrow might never come. “Taking what you need…” he mumbled to himself. It was clear to him that Liza might be taking what she needed, but Gavin? No, President Gavin wasn’t just playing a practical game here. If this was merely transactional, Gavin wouldn’t have handed over control of the villa or personally introduced Liza to his inner circle. Determined to push further, George asked, “So, Madam, what do you think of President Gavin? If you were to consider dating someone, would he be an option?” Liza didn’t answer right away. She mulled it over, her mind wandering to yesterday’s events. She thought about how Gavin had defended her and how comforting his embrace had felt. Despite his awkwardness and occasional outbursts, there was something endearing about him. For a fleeting moment, Liza considered that maybe, just maybe, Gavin wasn’t such a bad option. But as her thoughts started to drift toward unfamiliar territory, she felt a twinge of panic. Unsure of how to respond, she did the only thing she could think of—she excused herself. Before George could stop her, Liza had already disappeared upstairs. “Madam?” George called out, his hand grasping at empty air. Left alone, he looked down at his still-recording phone, his face a mix of frustration and disbelief. “She could’ve at least finished answering before running off!” he muttered under his breath, debating whether to keep the recording or delete it entirely. … Liza headed directly to the underground garage, her mind clouded with frustration. She vaguely recalled spotting a modified sports car there before. Perfect. Something fast and thrilling might help her shake off the emotions weighing her down. The low growl of the car’s engine reverberated through the garage as she started it up. Her foot pressed on the accelerator, and with a smooth yet daring swerve, the sleek silver car roared to life and shot out of the garage like a streak of lightning.Upstairs, George froze when he heard the unmistakable rumble of the car. His instincts screamed at him that this wasn’t just any vehicle leaving the villa. Alarmed, he dashed outside and arrived just in time to see the silver sports car disappearing in a dramatic flourish. His jaw dropped. “What…?” Without wasting another second, he sprinted up to the second floor and knocked frantically on the study door. “President Gavin! Madam just drove off in one of the cars!” Gavin, still in a foul mood, ignored him at first. But George’s relentless knocking and repeated warnings wore him down. Agitated, Gavin finally swung the door open and glared at him. “So what? She drove a car. Can’t you?” George blinked, momentarily thrown by the response. “I can drive, of course…” he stammered. Gavin’s annoyance deepened. “Then what’s the problem?” George took a breath to compose himself. “The problem is… Madam didn’t take an ordinary car. She’s driving your modified sports car!” Gavin’s expression shifted instantly. George continued hurriedly, “That car’s handling isn’t like a regular car! It’s been customized with features most people aren’t familiar with. If Madam isn’t used to it, she could get into trouble!” Without another word, Gavin’s face darkened, and he barked, “Enough! Stop talking and go find her immediately!” Meanwhile, Liza had driven the modified car to an inconspicuous apartment building, one she had rented long before her current marriage. This place was her sanctuary, her private hideout where she dealt with matters she preferred to keep hidden from the world. The apartment was modest and unassuming, but it housed the tools she needed for her other life—a life few people knew about. Here, she worked on hacking jobs, unraveling complex digital puzzles that often left her feeling in control amidst chaos.She powered up her computer and logged into her secure network. A flood of unread messages greeted her, most of them from Brandon. Her lips curled into a faint, almost mocking smile as she skimmed through his frantic inquiries. “When will the job be done?” “Are you ignoring me now?” “Why haven’t you responded? This is urgent!” Liza leaned back in her chair, her fingers lightly tapping on the desk. She hadn’t given Brandon much thought recently, and his persistence only served to irritate her further. For now, she decided to ignore the messages, her mind already plotting her next move.