Noble Husband At the Door

Chapter 29

Samuel’s expression froze when he heard the owner's words. There was no surprise-hut there was a

problem. It was a serious conundrum, having to explain everything to Yvonne.

"Do you have any experience with hiding your inheritance, sir?" he asked the owner. "How would you

explain it if you got found out?"

The owner suddenly cackled aloud. "You've come to the right person," he said. "It requires great skill to

hide your inheritance. And I have no experience in this field of expertise."

Samuel rolled his eyes. He had been taking the old man seriously, and he was just pulling his leg.

The owner's expression turned just as awkward as his. "Why do we men earn money? It's to let our

wives spend it," he continued. "How could anyone do such a heinous thing like hide their inheritance?

Take me for example. I never had a thought like this cross my mind.

"We slave our entire lives to make our woman happy, n o? In the past, King You of the Chinese Zhou

dynasty waged wars against warlords for the sake of Bao Si's smile. Wu Sangui betrayed the Ming

dynasty for the Qing dynasty, for the sake of Chen Yuanyuan. Since ancient times, heroes have fallen

at the feet of beauties. And we, my boy, are heroes too."

The owner chuckled, grinning. He wiped at his forehead awkwardly.

It was time. Samuel drove the car to the entrance of the office.

Yvonne stepped out of her office and saw another Audi, and she was stunned in her tracks.

"You... How did you manage to get the car back?" Yvonne asked, unable to believe her eyes. She was

well aware of her mother's temperament. Once she decided on having a new car, no one could ever

convince her otherwise. Additionally, Samuel was an insignificant figure in Lydia’s eyes. How did he

manage to pull something like this off? There were miracles in this world, but a miracle like this

certainly did not happen because of her mother.

"Let’s talk in the car," Samuel said.

Yvonne felt like she was in a dream. Did her mother finally come to her senses? Was she finally

regarding Samuel with respect?

"What happened? Tell me," Yvonne pressed him immediately once she got onto the car. If her mother

had truly changed her perspective toward her husband, she would be extremely happy.

"Ahem," Samuel cleared his throat. "Do you believe in luck?" he asked. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"Luck? Luck can’t convince my mother," Yvonne said.

"Audi was having a lucky draw when I bought the car yesterday. I happened to win, so they had a buy

one free one deal for me," Samuel said smoothly. 2

Yvonne's expression first turned into surprise, then it gradually darkened, then admiration lit up her face

as she looked at her husband. "Wow. Amazing! You actually won the draw," she said. "Buy one free

one? How nice!"

Fear began to take root within Samuel; cold sweat trickled down his forehead. He could not look

directly into her eyes. "It's true," he said.

Yvonne crossed her pair of white legs, arms akimbo. "I see. I'll go try out for the draw too," she said. 1

Horror flashed across his expression. "It's too late," he said. "The lucky draw has already ended.”

"Samuel Hannigan, do you really think I’m that much 0 f an idiot? Did you think I would believe such

nonsense?" Yvonne suddenly stormed out of the car in anger, trembling with rage.

Samuel also knew that his excuse this time was complete nonsense, but he could not think of any other

reason. Now his only card had also been revealed. "I bought another one," he admitted.

"What a rich man you are." Yvonne pursed her lips. She was more and more curious about how much

inheritance her husband actually had. However, she told herself to not be so nosy. His money was his

business. It had nothing to do with her.

When they arrived back home, they did not tell her parents about how he bought another car, just in

case i t gave them the shock of their lives.

After dinner, Yvonne retreated to her room and began t o chat with Linda over the phone. The main

topic of their conversation was the Piano Prince, the internet sensation. Samuel listened as he lay on

the floor, secretly using his phone to search for his persona. He never thought that he would attract

such a sizable fanbase; a huge group of fangirls wanted to desperately find the Piano Prince. Some of

them even called him 'my husband'. It made him speechless.

After their morning jog the next day, Samuel sent Yvonne to her office, as usual. Then he went to The

Jewel Building. This place was also dubbed the 'UFO' b y the locals because its roof was in the shape

of a giant disc, and the tower itself resembled a mushroom. It was a landmark of Cloud City.

The Crystal Restaurant was housed at the top of the disc. It was Cloud City’s most established western

dining place. If one wanted to eat at the Crystal, they would usually have to book a week ahead.

French windows circled the restaurant's walls, allowing an undisturbed view of Cloud City in its entirety.

The floor was also made of a special glass, able to project different views at the touch of a button.

Some daring customers requested the workers to get rid of all the special effects while they dined,

allowing a view of the hundred-meter abyss beneath their feet a s if they were eating on air.

When Samuel arrived at the restaurant, he asked the receptionist to look for the manager.

The manager was a middle-aged man of forty-odd years old. He was not a regular joe who sported a

potbelly. Instead, he was dressed sharply and smartly i n a proper suit, as if he were a butler of an

aristocrat.

"What do you need, sir?" the manager asked Samuel.

"I'd like to book the entire restaurant on the 22 of this month," Samuel said. "Money isn’t a problem."