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Annenburg, Province X.
Tinsley had just returned from an outing when her car was forced to stop at the company entrance.
A massive display of flowers blocked the way. Security guards had tried to disperse the crowd, but the people refused to leave. The guards seemed hesitant to use force, likely wary of causing a scene.
Several cars were parked nearby, including a small truck loaded with even more flowers.
Tinsley didn’t bother honking.
With so many people and flowers in the way, honking wouldn’t help—unless she was willing to drive straight through.
Instead, she got out and walked forward.
“Tinsley.”
A voice called out, unfamiliar yet recognizable.
She looked over and frowned slightly.
It was Timothy Labbe, the eldest son of Mr. Labbe, the acting head of the Labbe family from Havenmill.
Mr. Labbe had visited several times, claiming he wanted to discuss business. But since the meeting date hadn’t arrived, he wasn’t given any special treatment, and Elora refused to see him.
Even bringing his eldest son didn’t change that. They were denied entry every time.
Eventually, Mr. Labbe left, but Timothy stayed behind in Annenburg.
Since then, he had called and messaged Tinsley every day, claiming he had fallen for her at first sight and wanted to pursue her.
Beyond the constant calls and texts, Timothy showed up outside Ormond’s company daily, waiting for her to get off work. He sent flowers, invited her to dinner and movies, and showered her with expensive gifts—anything a woman might like.
He was relentless.
But he wasn’t just chasing after Tinsley. He was also busy networking around Annenburg, looking for investment opportunities. To his credit, he had a keen eye for business. The projects he was interested in had real potential.
Some of those projects overlapped with Qaxun Group, which Tinsley managed.
Because of this, they had crossed paths multiple times. Each time, she remained polite but distant. That didn’t stop Timothy. He was as persistent as ever.
By now, the entire high society of Annenburg was talking about it.
The story had spread: The eldest son of the richest man in a neighboring city had fallen for the Ormond family’s second daughter and was pursuing her with overwhelming passion.
People gossiped that they were a perfect match—handsome, successful, and well-suited.
Curious onlookers even asked the Ormond family’s second wife if the elders supported the match.
She didn’t give a public answer.
But in private, she had already spoken to her daughter—and Tinsley made her feelings clear. She had no interest in Timothy.
A marriage between their families was out of the question.
The Labbe father and son were too ambitious.
The Ormond family had two young heirs, but they were still children—too young to take over or protect their sisters.
Powerful families circling the Ormonds with marriage proposals always had an ulterior motive. Who could say whether they truly cared, or if they were after the Ormond fortune?
“Mr. Labbe, what do you think you’re doing?”
Tinsley had long given up trying to correct Timothy’s way of addressing her.
People could call her whatever they wanted—she couldn’t control that.
She had corrected him multiple times, but he never listened. He insisted on calling her “Tinsley” in a tone far too familiar. She couldn’t exactly sew his lips shut.
Her expression hardened, her displeasure obvious.
Unfortunately, Timothy was shameless. He ignored her irritation, gesturing toward the sea of flowers.
“Tinsley, if you won’t accept the bouquets I send, then I’ll turn the front of your company into a field of flowers,” he said, smiling. “You don’t have to accept a single one. But after seeing this, will you at least believe how sincere I am?”
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“I fell in love with you at first sight… and even more at second sight.” Timothy gazed at Tinsley with deep affection, as if his feelings were entirely genuine.
To be fair, Tinsley was outstanding in every way—more than worthy of him, the eldest son of the Labbe family.
They were close in age and surely had plenty in common.
But no matter how persistent he was, Tinsley refused to give him a chance.
He wasn’t discouraged. After all, he hadn’t been pursuing her for long. Given that the Ormond family had more daughters than sons, their women were particularly cautious when it came to relationships—something he could understand.
Their guarded nature was rooted in protecting the Ormond family’s wealth.
Of course, Timothy had his own motives regarding that fortune. But after meeting Tinsley, he was genuinely pleased with her. He wasn’t just willing to marry her—he truly wanted to.
She was capable, and together, they could be a powerful couple.
Even if the rightful heir of the Labbe family eventually returned to reclaim his place, Timothy wouldn’t have to worry. As long as he married into the Ormond family, his future would be secure.
If he could gain control of the Ormond business and slowly shift its power toward the Labbe family, he would have enough leverage to challenge his own family. Then he wouldn’t have to fear ending up like the head of the Jensburg Farrell family.
The more Tinsley resisted, the more determined he became. Winning her over wasn’t just about love—it was a challenge.
“Mr. Labbe, have your people remove these flowers immediately, or I’ll have them all thrown in the trash.”
Tinsley glanced at the floral arrangement spelling out “I love you.”
There was nothing original about it—just the same overused romantic gesture.
Anyone could say “I love you” with flowers. Did Timothy really think this would move her? That she would suddenly believe in his sincerity?
Not only was she unconvinced—even her youngest cousin saw right through it.
Her little cousin had even warned her not to be fooled by Timothy’s good looks and sweet words, insisting that his father was a ruthless man who wouldn’t meet a good end.
They didn’t want a brother-in-law like that.
Tinsley had laughed at her cousin’s serious warning, but she reassured them nonetheless.
There would be a second brother-in-law one day—just not Timothy.
She wasn’t interested in him.
Timothy’s smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered.
“Tinsley, don’t be like this. I’m serious.”
Tinsley’s expression remained cold. “Mr. Labbe, so am I. If you don’t remove these flowers, I’ll have them cleared out myself.”
Timothy looked at the grand display he had put together, conflicted. “Tinsley, my sincerity is right in front of you. Aren’t you even a little moved? Not even a little touched?”
He sighed, as if heartbroken. “I’ve had so many women chasing after me, surrounding me, but I never cared about any of them. The moment I met you, everything changed. For you, I’ve done things I never imagined myself doing.”
He was nearly moved by his own words.
Tinsley, however, remained unimpressed.
“Moved?”
She gestured toward the sea of flowers clogging the company entrance.
“You had people dump all these flowers here. You brought an entire crowd, blocking our employees from entering and leaving. You’ve disrupted my work.”
“All I see are losses, your entitlement, and your complete disregard for others. What I don’t see is sincerity.”
“You claim you fell in love with me at first sight. If you truly meant that, you wouldn’t be causing such a scene. You wouldn’t be making my life difficult and interfering with my business. If this is your idea of sincerity, then you don’t understand me at all.”
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Tinsley looked directly at Timothy, her tone firm. “If you truly love someone, you think about what’s best for them. You consider their feelings, their needs. But you, Mr. Labbe—this so-called romantic gesture isn’t about me at all. You didn’t stop to think about how it might affect me or the people around me. You know I have a tight schedule, yet you block my path with all these flowers, wasting my time. Tell me, Mr. Labbe, do you really love me when you do things like this? Is this really for my good?”
If Timothy had arranged everything in the open space beside the entrance, Tinsley wouldn’t have said anything.
But instead, he chose to set up right at the company’s front gate, bringing a whole crowd with him. The security guards couldn’t even force them to leave. They knew who Timothy was, knew he was pursuing her.
They hesitated—worried that driving him away might create tension between the Labbe and Ormond families. And if she ever did accept Timothy in the future, they feared he might hold a grudge and cost them their jobs.
Tinsley wouldn’t blame them for their caution.
After a long pause, Timothy finally found an excuse for himself. “If I didn’t do this, you wouldn’t even stop. You’d just drive straight in, and I wouldn’t get a chance to see you. Tinsley, it’s not that I don’t consider you—I just want to see you too much. I want to express how I feel. That’s all this is about. I didn’t mean to make you this upset.”
He offered a quick apology.
“If you don’t like this, I won’t do it again. I’ll have them move the flowers to the side so they don’t block your employees.”
True to his word, Timothy immediately ordered his people to clear the entrance and relocate the flowers.
Tinsley remained unmoved. “Mr. Labbe, I know what you’re trying to say. But I don’t have feelings for you. Please, stop wasting your time on me.” She gestured toward the flowers. “And now that you’ve finally had them moved—honestly, when they were all piled up at my company’s entrance, anyone who didn’t know better might’ve thought I had died and you were here to lay flowers for my funeral.”
Timothy: “…”
His expression stiffened. “Tinsley, don’t say things like that. These are red roses—they represent love. Do you know how many flower shops I had to visit to buy this many?” His voice carried a mix of frustration and disbelief. “This is all my love for you.”
The cost wasn’t the issue. What mattered to him was that this was the first time he had ever done something like this for a woman. He had poured his sincerity into it.
So why wasn’t Tinsley moved at all?
Did she already have someone she liked? Or was she simply too picky—unable to be impressed by any man?
From what he had learned, none of the Ormond family’s daughters were in relationships. Yet, they had plenty of admirers.
They were cautious when it came to love—unwilling to be easily swayed.
They had every reason to be. A family as powerful as the Ormonds attracted too many opportunists. Who wouldn’t want a piece of their fortune?
Seeing that his efforts had no effect, Timothy sighed. “I get it. We haven’t known each other long. If I say I love you, you won’t believe me. You’ll assume I have ulterior motives—that I’m only after your family’s wealth. And I don’t blame you for thinking that.” He hesitated, then continued, “I bet you’ve dealt with a lot of suitors who had hidden agendas. They probably left you disillusioned—made you stop believing in love, in men… and in the idea that I might actually be sincere.”
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Timothy continued, “Tinsley, the Labbe family is just as powerful as the Ormonds—if not more. As the eldest son of my family, why would I be after your family’s money? The Labbe family has so much wealth that money is the least of our concerns. In fact, you and I are the perfect match. With our families’ combined strength, we’d be unstoppable.”
Tinsley wanted to scoff at his claim. The Labbe family was indeed powerful, possibly surpassing the Ormonds, but Timothy wasn’t the one in charge. In fact, even his father wasn’t the true head of the family.
The real power and fortune of the Labbe family belonged to its actual leader.
Timothy and his father were merely caretakers, managing things on someone else’s behalf. Did they really think acting as intermediaries made them the rightful owners?
If the former head’s son returned, reclaimed his position, and took over the family’s assets, Timothy and his father would be left with nothing. They’d be reduced to salaried employees, compensated for their years of service—but nothing more.
Without the Labbe family’s backing, Timothy’s personal wealth wouldn’t even come close to matching the Ormonds’.
Tinsley had already discussed this with Elora. The two sisters knew exactly what Mr. Labbe was after.
What man who pursued them didn’t claim to be sincere?
Who would ever openly admit they were after the Ormond fortune?
Since the Labbe family was still under Mr. Labbe’s management and there were no direct business conflicts, Tinsley chose not to voice her thoughts.
Instead, she simply said, “Mr. Labbe, I have no interest in love right now, nor do I have time for it. Please, don’t waste your energy on me. There are plenty of beautiful women in the world—go pursue someone else.”
Timothy could easily find another woman to chase.
He was handsome, though he paled in comparison to Elora’s private chef. But among the general public, he was considered quite attractive.
On top of that, as the eldest son of the Labbe family, he was always seen driving luxury cars, surrounded by bodyguards—exuding an air of wealth and prestige. He didn’t even need to pursue women. Plenty of admirers would line up for the chance to be with him.
Of course, anyone from an equally wealthy family—those who knew the truth about the Labbe family’s structure—wouldn’t be fooled by his status.
“Tinsley, I only like you. You’re the first woman I’ve ever truly wanted.” His voice was filled with determination. “It’s okay if you don’t like me now. In time, you’ll see who’s genuine and who’s not. One day, you’ll believe in my sincerity. And when that day comes, you’ll see that I won’t give up on you.”
Timothy then ordered his men to load the flowers back into the van, making sure Tinsley couldn’t complain about them piling up outside her office like a funeral arrangement.
What was supposed to be a romantic gesture had become anything but.
Timothy couldn’t help but grumble internally. If it weren’t for the Ormond family’s influence—along with Tinsley’s stunning looks and perfect figure—he wouldn’t have put up with this.
He had assured his father that he could win over the second daughter of the Ormond family, no matter how difficult it was.
And in a way, he did have real feelings for her.
The harder it was to claim something, the more determined he became. Like a thorny rose, the challenge only fueled his desire.
One day, he would make Tinsley fall in love with him—so deeply that she wouldn’t be able to let him go.
With a smile, Timothy softened his tone. “Tinsley, I’m sorry about today. I wasn’t thinking things through. I won’t do something like this again. Don’t be mad, okay?” Then, as if none of this had happened, he casually added, “Let’s have dinner tonight. I’ll pick you up after work.”
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“Sorry, I already have plans tonight.”
Tinsley rejected Timothy’s invitation without hesitation.
Timothy had been relentless in pursuing her. If she agreed to dinner, the paparazzi lurking in the shadows would snap photos, and by morning, her face would be plastered all over Annenburg’s entertainment news.
She refused to give him that opportunity.
Timothy sounded disappointed. “Then maybe another time.”
“Oh, by the way, you’re attending a party in two days. Can I go with you?”
The Ormond sisters rarely attended banquets. Only the city’s most influential families—those with strong ties to the Ormonds—could secure an invitation for them.
Ordinary gatherings had no chance.
Timothy had done his research. In two days, an esteemed matriarch of a wealthy Annenburg family was celebrating her 80th birthday with a grand event. The hostess had a close relationship with Elora’s mother, which meant the entire Ormond family would be attending.
Where Elora went, Tinsley followed.
“No, thank you, Mr. Labbe.”
Tinsley turned him down without a second thought.
Timothy opened his mouth to say something, but the impatience in her expression stopped him. He swallowed his words.
His men quickly loaded the bouquets back into the van. With a wave of his hand, the convoy of vehicles and bodyguards moved aside, clearing the way for Tinsley.
He watched as she got into her car and drove off.
“Tinsley, I love you! I mean it!”
She didn’t even bother rolling down the window. She just drove straight into the company’s entrance.
The security team wasted no time shutting the gates behind her. The guards who had been stationed outside, locked in a silent standoff with Timothy’s men, withdrew inside, ignoring him completely.
Timothy remained at the entrance, staring at the office building. He didn’t turn away until she disappeared inside. His jaw tightened.
Tinsley… One day, I’ll make you mine. You’ll love me so much, you won’t be able to live without me.
And when that day came, he’d make sure she suffered. He’d find mistresses—several of them—just to make her burn with jealousy.
Of course, he still planned to marry her. Only someone with Tinsley’s background was worthy of being his wife, worthy of bearing his children. Once they had a child, she’d have no choice but to dedicate herself to him.
Then, little by little, he would insert himself into the Ormond family’s business. Eventually, he’d take over.
His father’s grand plan had been in motion for over two decades. It had finally succeeded—almost. One small problem had slipped through their grasp, a child who had managed to escape. But a mere child meant nothing. Whether that kid even survived was another question entirely.
Once they tracked him down and obtained the owner’s seal, the totem, and the other symbols of authority, they would wipe him out for good.
And then, his father would officially take control of the Labbe family.
As his rightful heir, Timothy would inherit everything.
By then, the Ormonds would be beneath him. He could do whatever he pleased.
He had heard that all the Ormond women were stunning.
Like his father, Timothy had an insatiable appetite for women.
He hadn’t even secured Tinsley yet, and already, he was fantasizing about collecting the rest of the Ormond women.
In his mind, their entire family already belonged to him.
After lingering for a while, he finally climbed into his car and ordered the driver to leave.
The moment he was gone, the entrance to Qaxun Group fell silent once more.
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Timothy had purchased a villa in Annenburg. He wasn’t planning to leave until he had caught up with Tinsley.
Besides, he had business to handle in Annenburg, and he needed a place to stay. Living in a hotel every day wasn’t an option.
The villa he bought was just a ten-minute drive from Ormond’s mansion—practically next door.
On his way home, Timothy’s phone rang. It was his mother, checking in on him.
After discussing business, her tone softened, carrying a rare sincerity.
“Timothy, don’t turn out like your father. If you truly care about the second young lady of the Ormond family, then be genuine with her. A man like your father… he’s too fickle. Marrying him has been the greatest misfortune of my life.
“I had no choice but to stay. I’ve been married to your father for decades. He’s dragged me into too many things, and now, I’m tied to him for the sake of our family and its interests. But if I could turn back time, I’d rather stay single forever than marry a man like him.
“You know what I’ve been through, the humiliation I’ve endured. You all pity me, but don’t just feel sorry—learn from it. If you love that girl, prove it to her. No matter how much she doubts you, time will show her your sincerity. Don’t be like your father—don’t have your eye on something else when you already have the best right in front of you.
“As for your father, I don’t even care anymore. I have no idea where he’s been spending his money, and honestly, I don’t want to know. I’ve grown numb.”
Mrs. Labbe wasn’t blind to her husband’s infidelities. She had simply reached a point where the pain had dulled into indifference.
Divorce wasn’t an option—there were too many financial and business interests at stake. So she endured it.
None of it mattered to her anymore. As long as her husband’s business empire would one day belong to her children, she didn’t care how many women he had on the side. But she refused to let her son follow the same path.
Timothy had his father’s philandering nature in his blood, but at least he wasn’t as reckless. He had seen his mother’s suffering firsthand, and deep down, he pitied her.
He had tried reasoning with his father before, but the old man never listened. He just kept chasing after younger women.
“Mom, is Dad still in Wiltspoon? That woman must have some tricks up her sleeve to keep him there this long.”
He sighed.
“Mom, I really mean it this time, but Tinsley doesn’t believe me. Don’t worry—I will only marry one wife.”
Mrs. Labbe didn’t respond right away. Her son had changed. After spending time with his father, he wasn’t the same. People always said a son could never truly understand his mother’s pain.
She believed that now.
With a quiet sigh, she simply told him to take care of himself before hanging up.
Timothy had no idea what was going through her mind. He assumed she had called to get him to intervene in his father’s affairs again—to stop him from running around with gold diggers.
Either way, he knew he had to spend more time with her. She was, after all, his father’s wife—Mrs. Labbe.
Women outside the family were nothing more than entertainment, mere distractions. They could warm a bed, but they could never be taken seriously.
Without hesitation, Timothy called his father.
“When are you coming home?” he asked, his tone casual yet firm.
He didn’t wait for an answer before adding, “You should spend more time with Mom. Don’t just chase after something new and forget about the one who’s been by your side all these years.”
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Tinsley didn’t care what Timothy did after she left. She had no feelings for him—not just because she knew he was ambitious, but because she could see through his real intentions. He was only after the Ormond family’s wealth.
Very few men ever earned her respect. Tatum was one of them.
Even so, her admiration for him was purely that—admiration. There was no love involved.
She could tell that Tatum’s heart belonged to her sister. And it had nothing to do with the fact that he was once her sister’s private chef.
Tatum only had eyes for Elora.
Before they learned his true identity, both sisters had been impressed by him. Elora had even teased her about it a few times. But now that they knew Tatum was the sixth young master of the most powerful family in Wiltspoon, there was no doubt—he was more than worthy of an Ormond daughter.
Even if her sister refused to admit it, Tinsley was already certain: Tatum would eventually become her brother-in-law. Of course, being with her sister wouldn’t come easy for him. As the current head of the Ormond family, she had heavy responsibilities, and he would have to make sacrifices to be with her.
As for their younger brother, he was still just a kid.
No point overthinking. Whatever happens, happens.
Tinsley returned to her office, focused on handling the urgent matters first, then finally had a little breathing room. Before leaving for the day, she headed to the top floor to see her sister.
She knocked, then stepped inside. Elora was still working, completely focused, her expression serious.
She looked stunning.
Tinsley couldn’t help but smile. “Sister, you’re so beautiful. If I were a man, I’d be completely mesmerized by you.”
Elora signed her name on a document, then looked up, amused. “Did you eat honey today? Your words are extra sweet. You make it sound like you’re not beautiful yourself. Every woman in our family is.”
She wasn’t being vain—just confident. And she wasn’t wrong.
The Ormond family had always valued both lineage and looks. When men married, they chose wives with strong family backgrounds and striking beauty.
The women had equally high standards for their husbands.
After generations of this selective process, their family had a reputation for being exceptionally good-looking. In Elora’s generation, all the sisters were beautiful, and even their two younger brothers were striking. When they grew up, they’d undoubtedly be the dream men of many young women.
“Did that Labbe family fraud finally leave?”
Elora had heard about what Timothy pulled at the company gates. She knew he was after Tinsley, so she hadn’t interfered—choosing instead to let her sister handle it.
She had timed it perfectly. Tinsley would return just in time to deal with him herself.
“He’s gone,” Tinsley replied. “Kept going on about how he loves me—love at first sight, love at second sight. Nothing he’s done shows any real sincerity. He’s told so many lies, he actually believes them himself. Thinks he’s truly in love with me.
“He acts honest, but he’s just a playboy. And with a father like his? There’s no way I’d ever trust him to be loyal.”
In Tinsley’s eyes, Timothy wasn’t just unqualified—he had failed completely.
Everyone in Havenmill knew about Mr. Labbe’s reputation, and it was no different in Annenburg. The man changed mistresses as often as he changed clothes.
Many of the women he kept had deliberately gotten pregnant, hoping to secure their future by having his child—thinking they could replace Mrs. Labbe.
But Mr. Labbe was ruthless. The moment he got what he wanted, he was done.
Almost all of his mistresses had been pregnant at some point, but only a handful had been smart enough to keep their ambitions in check. Those were the ones who successfully had his children.
Even then, their kids weren’t acknowledged. They didn’t carry the Labbe name. They took their mother’s.
At the very least, Mr. Labbe provided for them. If a mistress gave birth, he would buy her a townhouse and hire two nannies—one for the child and one for the mother.
That was the best they could hope for.
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The monthly allowance was deposited into the account to ensure the children lived comfortably.
Most mistresses who couldn’t bear children were forced to have abortions. If they refused, Mrs. Labbe would personally step in and make sure they had no choice.
Despite everything, Mrs. Labbe was surprisingly tolerant. Her husband had cheated on her more times than she could count, yet she never considered divorce. As long as she remained Mrs. Labbe and her children were recognized and groomed as heirs, she was willing to turn a blind eye.
There was no way Tinsley could ever be interested in such a dysfunctional family.
“Genetics are strong. No matter how good he seems, don’t even consider him.”
Elora knew Timothy was handsome, carried the status of the Labbe family’s eldest son, and was relentless in his pursuit of Tinsley. That’s exactly why she was worried her sister might eventually waver.
“Him?” Tinsley scoffed, leaning back in her chair. “I’d rather stay single forever than even think about Timothy.”
She crossed her arms and sighed. “Why me? I’m so sick of his texts, calls, flowers, and gifts every single day. Does he think I’m easy to talk to? Easy to push around? If you ask me, I think the Labbe family’s real target is you, Elora.
“You’re more commanding, and sometimes as cold as ice. Maybe they think you’re too tough to crack, so they decided to go after me instead?”
Elora walked over, poured a cup of warm water for Tinsley, then playfully pinched her cheek. Smiling, she said, “Of course. You’re younger and prettier. Look at you—so full of life. Your skin is still glowing with youth.”
To outsiders, Tinsley was the more approachable sister.
Even in the company, both executives and regular employees felt comfortable chatting and joking with her. But with Elora? They kept their distance. Conversations with her stayed strictly professional.
Anything unrelated to work was off-limits.
Some people even whispered behind closed doors, wondering why Tinsley wasn’t chosen as president when she was just as capable. They assumed Elora was in charge simply because she was the eldest.
But even they had to admit—Elora had a natural authority about her. The moment she gave an order, people obeyed without question. No one dared slack off when she was in charge.
Tinsley, on the other hand, had a softer touch. She was kind, approachable, and never intimidating.
That’s why, when it came to running the family business, she lacked the same commanding presence.
“Elora, you’re only a year older than me,” Tinsley said, taking a sip of the warm water. Then, grinning, she added, “You should have Tatum cook up something special this weekend. I’ve suffered enough dealing with Timothy’s nonsense—I deserve a good meal.”
Elora chuckled. “As if Tatum ever cooks anything you don’t like. Every dish he makes is your favorite. Honestly, I’ve noticed something—if Tatum is the one cooking, even dishes you usually don’t care for somehow end up tasting amazing to you.”
Tinsley laughed. “That’s true! His cooking has some kind of magic. No matter how many times I eat it, I never get tired of it.”
She tilted her head thoughtfully. “It’s been what? Two or three months since he became your private chef? Maybe even longer? It feels like forever, but you still haven’t gotten tired of his food or thought about replacing him.”
Her tone turned teasing. “I bet Tatum is going to break all records. He’ll end up being the longest-serving private chef you’ve ever had.”
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“Sis, you know plenty of top restaurants and hotels are just waiting for you to replace Tatum so they can snatch him up as their star chef.”
With Tatum’s culinary skills, he could land a position in any restaurant he wanted.
Elora smiled and said, “It all depends on who offers the highest bid for Tatum. These places have already established themselves in the restaurant industry and have achieved impressive success. Of course, they want him, but it’s not that simple—unless they’re willing to let Tatum acquire their restaurant. Besides, I’m not tired of eating his food yet. Let them keep waiting.”
She added with a smirk, “You could even place a bet in the market—wager on whether Tatum will stay on as my private chef for a full year. I’d say you have a good chance of winning, but you might also lose miserably.”
With betting, there are always winners and losers.
Tinsley chuckled. “People have already started betting. The first round was whether Tatum would last three months. Those who bet against him are probably going to lose. Now, we’re onto the second round—whether he’ll break the record as your longest-serving private chef. This time, the bettors are playing it safer. More of them are putting their money on Tatum breaking the record.”
She continued, “The third round—betting on whether he’ll last a full year—hasn’t started yet. The gamblers want to see if he breaks the record first before they commit to the next round.”
Elora was speechless.
“Wait… people are actually betting on this?”
Tinsley smirked. “Sis, you think I’m joking? I’m serious. Since you’ve been changing private chefs so quickly, people started placing bets on it. This has been going on for two or three years now. I heard some people made a fortune, while others lost big.”
Elora shook her head. “So, those betting on Tatum breaking the record… they actually want him to keep going? That’s a lot of pressure. If he makes someone lose money, is he going to get pelted with eggs in the street?”
Tinsley burst into laughter, clutching her stomach.
“Sis, you’re overthinking this. These bets are all private; it’s not like the whole city knows about them. Even if someone loses, it won’t affect Tatum. Do you really think regular people are betting on something like this? It’s not their scene.”
“For them, winning or losing doesn’t really matter—it’s just entertainment.”
The Ormond family was one of Annenburg’s wealthiest. Ordinary people didn’t even know who the city’s richest person was, let alone the fact that the eldest daughter of that family had a habit of switching private chefs frequently.
Most of the people placing bets were from wealthy or upper-middle-class families—those who had connections with business elites and access to inside gossip.
Tinsley glanced at the time. “Sis, time to wrap up.”
Elora nodded. “You go ahead if you’re done with work. I’ll be here a while longer—I have a meeting with the general manager at Annenburg Hotel at 8 PM to discuss ongoing partnerships.”
“Alright, I’m heading out then,” Tinsley said. “No social events for me tonight. I can finally go home early and get some rest. I haven’t been shopping in ages—think I’ll call a few friends, hit the stores, and pick up a few things.”
Not that she needed anything—it was just the joy of shopping freely.
“Oh, and I’ll check in on the little ones’ homework. I’ve been so busy these past couple of days, I haven’t had time to keep an eye on them. I’ve been slacking a bit.”
Elora took her younger brothers’ studies seriously—she managed their education with strict discipline.
Married At First Sight Chapter 4150
Chapter 4150
The two little ones were most afraid of their sister, Elora.
Tinsley hummed, “By the time I get home, they’ll probably have finished their homework and started playing chess.”
Both brothers loved chess. If they couldn’t go outside, they could spend an entire day battling it out over the board.
“They’re smart and always complete their assignments well. Even though I’ve noticed them slacking a little, their studies haven’t suffered, and they’re still keeping up with their extracurricular activities. It’s fine to let them relax every now and then.”
Elora parted her lips as if to speak but held back.
Tinsley had a point.
She couldn’t be too hard on them. They were still just kids—six and seven years old. Their childhood should be carefree and happy.
She had already put enough pressure on them.
“Tatum spends time with them when he’s free. He’s surprisingly good with kids. Maybe he helped take care of younger relatives at home and has some experience.”
The York family had nine boys in their younger generation—no girls.
Tatum was the sixth in line, with three younger brothers below him. The ninth and youngest hadn’t even reached adulthood yet. Tinsley figured he must have been looked after by his older brothers.
Tatum: That’s right. Rowan grew up with eight mountains on his shoulders. No one knows how tough that was.
All of Tatum’s brothers were exceptional. If even one of them had been slightly mediocre, maybe Tatum wouldn’t have felt so much pressure.
He had spent his whole life trying to catch up. He wasn’t even sure when he’d reach his seventh brother’s level, let alone the six before him.
Eight mountains—he’d carry them for a lifetime.
Elora smiled but said nothing.
Over time, she realized that Tatum was like a thick recipe book—every page she turned revealed a new and delicious dish.
She also wanted to visit the elders of the York family, especially the matriarch.
After all, raising such exceptional children and grandchildren required true strength.
Tinsley headed out. She had dinner plans.
Unlike Elora, who could stay in the office working late without feeling hungry, Tatum always made sure she had a meal. He’d bring food upstairs himself.
On days when Tinsley was too busy to eat out, she’d drop by Elora’s office for dinner instead.
She also noticed that Elora’s complexion had improved ever since Tatum became her private chef.
Tatum even claimed he could make beauty-enhancing soups. With him handling all of Elora’s meals, she was looking better and better.
And Tatum was bold—he wasn’t afraid to interrupt her work to make sure she ate on time, rested after meals, and only then got back to business.
He took care of her in every way possible.
If someone claimed Tatum had no feelings for Elora, no one would believe it.
And if someone said Elora had no feelings for Tatum? Not even the gods would believe that.
Recently, Tinsley noticed that Elora had stopped teasing her about Tatum.
That could only mean one thing—Elora herself had started to feel something for him. A quiet, almost imperceptible possessiveness.
Of course, Tinsley had never been interested in Tatum.
As she reached the elevator, she ran into him just as he stepped out.
“Second Miss.”
Tatum’s warm smile had a way of soothing people.
No matter how bad your mood was, seeing him could instantly lift your spirits.
Tinsley smiled and nodded in response to his greeting.