Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 548: A Day Apart Feels Like Three Autumns (1)_1

「United States.」

On the balcony of a second-floor prairie-style villa, Noah Reyes was dressed in a black long-sleeved shirt, with a black leather jacket over it, black trousers, and a pair of black leather shoes on his feet. He seemed to particularly favor black, a trait he shared with Glades Horne, perhaps indicating a similarity in their personalities.

In front of the villa’s balcony lay a large expanse of grass, vibrant and green, surrounded by lush trees. Beneath some of the trees, chairs and tables were set out for enjoying tea and conversation.

Deon Myers, dressed in a neat gray suit, stood respectfully three steps behind him.

Noah Reyes, hands tucked into his pockets, gazed at the green lawn and asked indifferently, "Is there something you need?"

"Young Master, Silvia Baxter has already started taking action according to your plan," Deon Myers reported respectfully.

The Young Master had visited Syrena several months ago, making a stop in T City. He had taken an interest in developing there. His organization was so large, with so many members to support, that a substantial amount of money was necessary. Currently, his organization had some industrial presence in nearly every major business city worldwide. Although these ventures were not openly affiliated with his organization, all were under its control. Hence, his organization could be considered a massive conglomerate.

If one were in business, naturally, they would fight for their commercial territory.

Deon Myers knew the Young Master’s interest in T City might also involve personal reasons. However, he dared not utter another word on the subject, as speaking out of turn could mean his death. To stay alive, he never dared to mention things the Young Master preferred to avoid. With the Young Master’s pride, if he were to establish a foothold in T City, he would emerge in the manner of an emperor. However, T City already had the mighty Valence Group entrenched with deep and entangled roots, making it particularly hard to shake even in the slightest.

Regardless of how powerful the Valence Group was, the Young Master was only concerned with planning and strategizing.

The execution of those plans, naturally, was left to various people to handle.

As for how these subordinates completed their tasks, the Young Master never inquired; he was only interested in the results.

"Mm."

Noah Reyes responded gravely.

"However, Silvia Baxter has not yet fully taken over her family’s affairs. I believe she will fail in this operation," Deon Myers said, a sharp glint in his eyes.

"No matter. An opponent that can be defeated in one go is not an opponent," Noah Reyes replied coldly.

He was completely unaware that at this moment he was opposing his future brother-in-law.

Life is unpredictable, yet it seemed as though unseen threads were already forming connections.

Pulling his gaze away from the grass outside, Noah Reyes turned and ordered, "Arrange a ticket to London for me; it’s time to leave here." As he spoke, his voice faintly carried undertones of helplessness and irritation, but he suppressed them well, so much so that even Deon Myers did not notice.

"Yes, Young Master."

"Let my other self move in. If things go as usual, there will be someone else not afraid to die, unwilling to give up."

"Yes, Young Master."

Deon Myers replied to each command.

Having given his instructions, Noah Reyes’s tall figure disappeared from the second-floor balcony.

And so, the brewing storm in the business world had only just begun to gather strength.

When Rachel Bailey returned to her villa in the Waterfront New Village of South Hill District, Mrs. Ruiz was already waiting there.

Upon seeing her mother-in-law once more, Rachel was not particularly surprised.

As long as Hansen Ruiz was not at home, this mother-in-law always seemed to appear right on time to say some sarcastic words or to sow discord between her and Hansen Ruiz.

Rachel couldn’t help but feel pity for Hansen Ruiz for having such a mother. No, Hansen Ruiz was fine; Mrs. Ruiz couldn’t control him. It was his two younger brothers and his father who were to be pitied.

Rachel thought to herself, if she were her father-in-law, she would have sent such a wife back to her parents’ home centuries ago. She had never encountered such an old lady who looked down her nose at everyone. She had already married Hansen Ruiz, yet the old woman couldn’t let go, constantly hounding her. If it weren’t for Hansen Ruiz’s sake, she really would have liked to tie Mrs. Ruiz up, take her back to the Bailey family village, and throw her into the pens with the chickens, ducks, cattle, and pigs!

"Mother."

After getting out of the car, Rachel adjusted her attitude and walked towards Mrs. Ruiz with a smile.

No matter how many thorns lay in her heart, a mother-in-law is still a mother-in-law, still an elder.

"Well, aren’t you going to open the door?" Mrs. Ruiz commanded coldly.

Here we go again!

Rachel frowned; she really disliked how Mrs. Ruiz always spoke to her in a commanding tone, as if she were a servant.

Mrs. Ruiz stared down at her coldly, making it very clear that this was done on purpose.

Suppressing the displeasure rising from within, Rachel stepped forward to open the door.

Mrs. Ruiz stood behind her, watching with a cold gaze, incessantly urging, "Hurry up. You’re so slow. Don’t people from the countryside usually work more? Why are you dawdling? How do you get anything done... What are you doing? Why have you stopped?"

Rachel had originally unlocked the door but, upon hearing Mrs. Ruiz’s nonstop chatter, she grew irritated, locked the door again, turned around, and said with restrained anger, "Mother, if you’re here to pick faults, pick them here. I don’t want to hear it nonstop inside."

Mrs. Ruiz’s face immediately darkened. Her once beautiful eyes now glared at Rachel as if she were a monster. "Rachel Bailey," she said, her tone cold and accusatory, "what is this attitude? Am I wrong? It takes you an hour or two to open a lock, and you still can’t manage it? I’m your mother-in-law, your elder, and this is how you speak to me? A country bumpkin is always a country bumpkin; dressing in dragon robes won’t make you a prince." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"Why don’t you say I’ve been opening the lock for a year or two instead? Mother, you must have been number one in your school at using hyperbole. That’s impressive! I never knew a minute could turn into an hour or two. What’s wrong with my attitude? Mother, even if you are my mother-in-law, my elder, if you want me, your junior, your daughter-in-law, to respect you, you need to respect me too. Respect is mutual!"