Chapter 977
Robert had been living a laid-back life with Vilma lately. Honestly, he didn't mind it one bit.
Out of the blue, he started mulling over the idea of retiring. Yep, him—right in the prime of his career—thinking about tapping out early.
No kids, nothing tying him down. So all that equity and shares he racked his brain to get... who'd they even go to?
Even Robert himself didn't quite get it—someone so competitive, suddenly just wanting to chill on a lounge chair, letting time pass by.
He must be losing it.
If Beckett ever caught wind of this? His laugh would echo for days.
"Robert! Come give me a hand, will you?" Vilma showed up, lugging a basket of veggies—potatoes, eggplants, string beans, a bunch of farm eggs... courtesy of the old guy next door.
Robert drew in a long breath, not quite sure how to break it to her that he was so done with eggplants, beans, and spuds.
But seeing her so naturally helping with chores hit him a little different.
She'd probably had a tough childhood. These d

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