“Things aren’t that simple.”

Or rather, Xiao Lan wasn’t that simple.

Harold didn’t think Xiao Lan could cause any real trouble for his business – after all, in business battles, the most basic and brutal competition was that of capital.

Cleverness was useful only when both parties were of similar strength.

The gap between Harold and Xiao Lan’s levels was too great; she couldn’t shake Harold’s foundation.

Harold was curious about Xiao Lan because her actions always surprised him. The more he couldn’t predict her, the more he wanted to understand!

“You can get the information, can’t you?”

Yes, if they wanted to investigate, they could get information.

After all, Harold was Futian’s major investor.

His foreign guest status made Futian Street Office officials very friendly toward him.

Harold didn’t even need to appear personally – even his assistant Bill could learn whatever they wanted to know.

“Boss, I’ll find out as soon as possible.”

Several days had passed since Boss’s deliberate encounter, why hadn’t Miss Xia taken the initiative to contact Boss?

They seemed to have such a good conversation that day.

Chinese girls were reserved.

Or as Boss said, was Miss Xia just smiling on the surface while completely ignoring Boss’s charm?

Tsk, how could that be possible?

Boss was still very handsome.

Combined with his wealthy background, he was truly popular in America.

Of course, he was popular in China too. If Harold spoke a few extra words to female hotel staff, they would blush.

Bill observed coldly that even Ji Jianyuan’s mother, the seemingly aloof Mrs. Ji, was exceptionally warm toward Mr. Harold… Not daring to think deeper, Bill quickly shook off the crazy thoughts in his head.

Boss was a golden bachelor who previously liked voluptuous, sexy women.

No matter how young Chinese women looked, Mrs. Ji had a university-aged son.

Besides, Mrs. Ji was George’s girlfriend.

No matter how desperate Boss might be, he wouldn’t fall for Mrs. Ji, right?

Too crazy.

Bill dared not fantasize further about his boss’s love life.

Unexpectedly, upon leaving the room, he ran into Ji Ya and George, making his expression quite interesting.

George showed concern, “Bill, are you sick?”

Bill shook his head, “Oh no, I’m not sick, I was just thinking about what Boss assigned me.”

George nodded, “How is Uncle Harold’s mood today?”

Bill knew what George wanted to ask.

Recently, George had been hovering around Boss. Reportedly, George had bought a Hong Kong decoration company, hoping to secure the golf course’s building renovation project and manage the entire project for Boss… George really dared to dream, sharing this trait with his girlfriend Mrs. Ji.

“Seems fine, you know, our project is progressing smoothly.”

Bill brushed off George with a few words before hurrying away.

A flash of displeasure crossed George’s eyes.

Because he held no power in the family company, even Harold’s assistants didn’t respect him. George was very angry – after all, these people worked for the Wilson family, and he was a Wilson too!

Ji Ya said calmly:

“Don’t be upset about these people. Once you have a voice in the family company, they’ll naturally change their attitude toward you.”

George grasped Ji Ya’s hand, “I know, you’ve always encouraged and supported me, even putting your career in Beijing on hold to stay in Shenzhen and help me.”

Ji Ya discreetly withdrew her hand:

“George, this is natural, our life goals are aligned.”

George felt Ji Ya had been somewhat cold toward him lately.

It seemed her attitude had subtly changed after encountering her ex-husband at the restaurant.

Could Ji Ya still have feelings for her ex-husband?

Impossible – they’d been divorced for over ten years. Ji Ya had been decisive about her ex-husband; George didn’t believe she had lingering feelings for Tang Hong’en.

That feeling must be his imagination.

After all, his affairs in Shenzhen weren’t going smoothly, making him irritable.

Ji Ya should be more troubled than him.

Career setbacks could make one lose interest in romance.

George and Ji Ya entered the room where Harold was playing pool. Yes, he had a pool table in his suite’s living room – the hotel would fulfill whatever small requests foreign guests made when possible.

“Uncle Harold, you need an opponent.”

George picked up another cue.

Harold glanced at him, “George, I remember you played terribly.”

George made a steady shot, “You can’t judge me by the past anymore. My skills are improving – both in pool and golf. When Shenzhen’s golf course is completed, we must play several rounds together.”

Harold put down his cue: “You plan to stay until the golf course is completed?”

The golf course’s completion would be next year at the earliest, and the supporting real estate projects would be built gradually over several years.

George nodded, “Looks like it. You know I bought a decoration company.”

Mentioning the decoration company again – damn it, George just wouldn’t let go of his desire to get involved in the golf course project.

Harold didn’t want to beat around the bush with George anymore:

“With so many profitable industries, why must you open a decoration company? You’ve never dealt with this business before. Honestly, I’m not comfortable letting you handle the golf course project’s decoration.”

A man who had lost his head over love wasn’t worth Harold’s trust.

Especially when he couldn’t even choose a proper love interest.

Harold didn’t want to admit the Wilson family had such a foolish descendant.

Couldn’t he see that Ji Ya didn’t truly like him?

Ji Ya just needed such a man by her side, and George foolishly stumbled into providing her with a material life beyond her economic means.

Spending money on women wasn’t strange – Harold often did it too.

But those women who came for money wouldn’t hold his interest for long.

Moreover, those women wouldn’t be arrogant toward him or be unfaithful while staying by his side. This fool George couldn’t even handle one Chinese woman – expecting Harold to trust his abilities was an insult to Harold’s intelligence.

Harold bluntly rejected George’s hints.

George’s expression soured, believing Harold simply didn’t want to see him succeed.

Since entering the room, Ji Ya’s gaze had lingered subtly on Harold. She couldn’t help speaking up:

“The Wilson family’s business spans many industries, and Shenzhen isn’t the family’s only foreign investment. Mr. Harold, you won’t stay in Shenzhen forever; you’ll need someone to help manage the properties here. I know you’ve hired many professional managers, but they all work for the Wilson family. Isn’t it good to have a Wilson family member participating in management up close in Shenzhen? George has always respected you greatly, why can’t you give him a chance?”

Harold continued playing, smoothly sinking a ball.

“Mrs. Ji, you should say this to yourself. I allow you here only out of consideration for your son. But I didn’t ask you to meddle in Wilson’s family affairs. Even if you marry George, women don’t run the Wilson family – especially women who don’t hold company shares!”