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It the first time Bryant saw the sharp side of me, his lips pressed in a thin line. "Jane, are you angry about this?"

"Shouldn't I be?" I asked him back.

In front of others, I could pretend everything was fine, putting on a generous façade. But in front of my husband, wasn't our marriage a failure if I still needed to hide my feelings?

"Silly, aren't you?" He grabbed the remote, turned the glass from clear to frosted, and pulled me into his arms. "The Ferguson Group is all yours. Why care about one position?" "The Ferguson Group is yours, not mine." I retorted.

I could only cling to this little piece of land before me.

He lifted my chin, looking stern. "We're husband and wife. Whatever is mine is yours."

"Then how about transferring some shares to me?" I joked. I watched him closely, not wanting to miss any hint of his reaction. Surprisingly, there was none.

He raised an eyebrow, asking, "How much?"

I said, "Ten percent."

If I were serious, that would be asking for the moon, After marrying me, Bryant took over the already massive Ferguson Group and expanded its business empire several times under his leadership. Not to mention ten percent, even one percent would be worth a fortune.

I never expected him to agree. It was just a random figure I threw out.

"Okay," he said.

He agreed without a second's hesitation. No dithering, no second-guessing.

With my arms looped around his neck and a playful smile on my lips, I looked into his eyes, shimmering with amusement. "Ten percent, you sure you're okay with that?"

His clear and serene eyes met mine. "It's for you, my wife, not for someone else."

At that moment, I had to admit that money was a powerful way to show loyalty. The tension I had been holding in all afternoon found its release.

prove a poin As if trying to I teased, "What about Margaret, though? Would you give it to her?"

He paused briefly before giving a firm answer, "No."

"Really?" I doubted it.

"Uh huh, all I can offer her is that position." Bryant pulled me into his embrace, his voice cold and steady, "The share transfer agreement, I'll have Kevin send it to you this afternoon. From now on, you're one of the bosses at Ferguson Group. Everyone else works for you.

"What about you?" I asked, my mood significantly lifted, a playful smile dancing on my lips.

He raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Are you working for me, too?" I joked.

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"Of course." Bryant chuckled, ruffling my hair before he leaned in to whisper, "I'm at y service, in and out of bed."

My face flushed with heat, and I shot him a glare.

That was just like him, all serious and dignified on the surface, but now and then, he'd drop a line that could make En anyone blush.

Seeing my mood shift from cloudy to sunny, he glanced at his watch. "I need to head up for a meeting. M Today's Thanksgiving. We should head back to the Ferguson Mansion tonight for dinner with Grandpa. I'll wait for you in the parking lot."

"Got it." I wouldn't dream of refusing, my mind ticking away made am decision "Honey, I've got a surprise for you tonight."

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