"There’s no need to overthink between mother and daughter!" Marilyn playfully brushed it off.

Christine Quinn and Skyler Jones laughed at the same time, the family of three enjoying the moment together.

Back at home, Skyler Jones said he wanted to cook personally, so Christine Quinn and Marilyn sat on the sofa chatting.

"Mommy, I’m going on summer break in a few days, are we going to New York?"

"Well, that depends on your dad. If he’s not busy with work, we’ll go to New York to see your aunt and grandma."

"Okay... Mommy, I’m going to change my clothes."

"Go ahead."

After Marie went to the second floor, Christine stood up and went to the kitchen.

In the kitchen stood three servants, all instructed by Skyler Jones to only watch from the side and not help.

Christine waved the servants away, then hugged Skyler Jones from behind.

Feeling the soft body against him, Skyler naturally knew who it was. He smiled, "You’ll get to eat soon."

Christine pressed her cheek against his broad, warm back, closing her eyes contentedly, "Skyler, is this happiness real?"

"Of course it’s real. I’m right here with you, baby."

"I’m so happy, so joyful, so blessed."

Skyler turned around after placing the food on the plate, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and looked at her dotingly, "This is the life we should live. From now on, we’ll always be this happy."

Christine looked deeply at Skyler and suddenly burst out laughing.

Looking a bit confused by her expression, Skyler asked, "What is it?"

"A man wearing a shirt and tie, busy in the kitchen, looks so funny, especially since your apron is cartoon-themed..."

Skyler pulled Christine into his arms, "How about from now on, I wash my hands and make soup for you?"

Christine leaned comfortably against Skyler’s chest, "Sure... But your cooking skills aren’t quite up to mine. You need to improve because I have a picky palate."

"Really that picky? Seems I must work hard to satisfy my wife." Skyler narrowed his eyes, speaking mischievously.

Seeing the mischievous glint in his eyes, she blushed, "Hey, where are your thoughts going again..."

Skyler lovingly gave Christine a peck, "Tonight, let’s study your taste issue properly."

"You’re awful..." Christine playfully hit Skyler, bashfully nestling into his arms.

The loving couple didn’t know that at that moment, Marilyn and the servants were secretly watching this scene from the kitchen door, giggling secretly.

All the employees at the "Oversky" Group could tell their boss had been in a good mood lately, making everyone work with extra enthusiasm.

At this moment, Ernie walked into Skyler Jones’ office, respectfully saying, "President, Mr. Carter Anderson has arrived."

Skyler Jones smiled, "Send him in."

Ernie nodded, opened the President’s office door, and a tall American man walked into Skyler Jones’ office.

Carter greeted warmly, reaching out his hand, "Mr. Jones."

Skyler politely stood up, shook hands with Carter, and smiled, "Long time no see."

Carter sat down and said, "Since the Texas project was completed, we haven’t met. It’s been a couple of years now."

Once Ernie brought in the coffee, Skyler relaxed in his chair, looking at Carter leisurely, "What brings you here?"

Carter took a sip of coffee and smiled, "Here to do business with you."

"Oh, as the president of America’s leading real estate company, it’s quite an honor that you personally came to do business with me."

"Mr. Jones, I won’t spew pleasantries... We’re both businessmen, let’s get straight to business!"

Skyler gave a soft smile, "Alright."

Carter said, "Here’s the situation: I have a piece of land in New York where I’m planning to build a commercial building. However, the location contravenes New York government’s building regulations, delaying the project’s start. Later, I heard the Nonta Group has connections in the New York government, so I opted to collaborate with them, hoping their connections would help smoothly develop the land... Yet recently, Nonta Group suddenly canceled our cooperation, leaving my land idle again. The crux is, I’ve already invested a large sum of money in initial construction. If Nonta cancels, I’ll suffer substantial losses, so I’m hoping, Mr. Jones, you can lend me a hand."

"How can I help you?"