Chapter 32

Leander was speechless. Seriously, did he really look like the kind of guy who'd go back on his word? Vanessa hadn't expected the former chairman of Halewick Group to live in such a peaceful, tucked-away place. The yard was spacious, with a three-story cottage. The house wasn't flashy at all - vines crawled over the plain walls, and the garden was full of vegetables. It felt more like a cozy countryside home than anything grand. Reginald walked in from the garden, holding a basket loaded with freshly picked cabbage, green beans, corn - the works. Seeing Leander and Vanessa walk in hand-in-hand, he lit up. Raising the basket high, he grinned, "Heh, Grandpa's cooking today! Get ready for a feast!" Even though they hadn't met many times before, Vanessa had always felt a kind of warmth and respect for Reginald from the start. She walked over without hesitation, took the basket from him, and said with a smile, "Grandpa, how about we save your chef skills for another day? Let me handle lunch