There was a restroom inside the office. He turned on the light and looked in the mirror. A vivid lipstick smudge. He planted his long arms on either side of the sink. Veins stood out across his palms. He laughed silently for a moment, then washed his face and returned to his desk as if nothing had happened. "Which departments are those two documents from?" Rowan snapped back to attention. See, this is why he's the boss. Ice in his veins. He quickly handed over the documents. "Oh, right. They're from Finance and IT." Even after he got the signatures and left the office, Rowan's mind was still racing wildly. Whose lipstick was it? Did the boss get together with Ms. Gale?Oh my god, that's so sweet! Right now, it wasn't just him. The entire executive office staff had lost their focus on work. The silence in the open office roared. Gossip flew wildly in their private group chat. For the entire afternoon, everyone in the executive office had only one question on their minds— Who is the woman who had that passionate kiss with the boss?! Rowan played dumb. "I only care about work. I know nothing about the boss' private life." At the Moss Manor— Leaning on John and Ethan's old college ties, SummitCore Tech quickly signed a contract with Voyager. Consequently, John received unprecedented respect in the Moss Manor. Susan told the kitchen to put together a huge spread—all of John's favorites.Zora had also prepared a gift for her stepfather. At the dinner table, Zora smiled brightly as she handed the gift box to John. "John, thank you for your help recently. If it weren't for your friendship with Mr. Caldwell, SummitCore certainly wouldn't have secured the contract so smoothly. This is just my personal thanks. Once Zane is less busy, I'll have him treat you to a separate meal." John was overwhelmed. "Thank you, Zora. Don't be so formal. We're family. Helping out is the least I can do. "As for Zane, tell him not to stand on ceremony. Your engagement is coming up soon. You're both slammed. That matters most." John's heart felt warm. For so many years, his position in the Moss family had been awkward. Sometimes even the servants could look down on him. Now, he had finally held his head high, earning the respect of the entire Moss family and his future son-in-law.Zora curved her lips into a smile. "Alright. On our engagement day, I'll have Zane personally propose a toast to you." Actually, she had just been making polite conversation. She hadn't really intended to arrange a separate meal. Since he had declined, Zora simply let it go. The atmosphere at the dinner table for the family of three was harmonious. Susan kept piling food on John's plate. John grinned widely. "Enough, enough—it's a mountain already." Zora thought of something and put down her fork. "By the way, John, we ran into Darcy at Voyager last time. She mentioned then that she wanted to claim child support from you. How did that turn out later?" She bit her lip, her clear eyes looking slightly innocent. "It's all my fault. If I had known Stratagem Tech was also pitching that day, I wouldn't have taken you there. She must hate me because of what happened that day, right? After all, losing such a big order from Voyager—blaming me makes sense. I'm just worried it might have hurt the bond between you two."John also put down his fork and sighed, "Zora, you're too kind. Ah, I've wished countless times that you were my biological daughter. But don't worry. That girl is all talk. She wouldn't dare to actually demand child support from me." "That's good then." Zora lowered her head, a flash of coldness passing through her eyes. Want to be my biological father? Hah. Look at yourself. This was the first time Susan had heard about it. She couldn't help but sneer, "Money-crazy, huh? You and her mom divorced over twenty years ago! That girl's in her twenties now! And she still has the nerve to ask you for child support?! The apple really doesn't fall far from the tree!" The last sentence was a bit too harsh. John couldn't help but freeze for a moment. Realizing her mistake, Susan immediately softened her tone. "I'm not talking about you. I mean her mom. A woman with no vision couldn't possibly raise a good daughter." John agreed, "You're right. Darcy really was spoiled by her mother. Forget it. Let's not talk about them. Let's eat." Just then, the butler came in from outside, his face pale, flustered, and even forgetting his manners. "This is bad—" Susan couldn't help but frown, her voice cold. "What's all the panic! Calm down and speak properly!" The butler was frantic but didn't know how to say it. He pointed to the envelope in his hand, gasping for breath. "The postal carrier delivered this. It requires Mr. Parker's personal signature." "What is it?" Susan snatched it over and tore open the envelope. The words "Court Summons" leaped out at her. She scanned the contents. Defendant: John Parker.Plaintiff: Darcy Gale. John also saw the contents. His whole body swayed as if struck by an invisible blow to the back of his head. His eyes widened in shock.