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But that person never wrote to her.

The water sprite's resentment almost materialized, and Kane naturally understood the reason.

Chapter 91 The Night with Muirsey (4k)

"If you really want that much, I can indeed write you a love letter."

"This kind of bureaucratic attitude is not what I want!"

Muirsey was furious. She had already taken such the initiative, but since the founding of Rhine Lab, Kane had not made any further moves—back in school, the two of them would go out on dates together, and even though neither of them admitted it was a date, their behavior was always proper. The only time they crossed the line was that night when Muirsey asked Kane to stay overnight.

After founding Rhine Labs, she became increasingly busy, but surely she should have some free time? But Kane—that guy never asked her out again!

"At the victory celebration, you were the first person I asked to dance, and you were the only man I danced with throughout the entire event. Kane, that's my attitude."

Muirsey was unusually brave at this moment. Although she usually presented a gentle and mild image, leading people to believe that she would also be the kind of person who hesitated, agonized alone, and struggled with indecision in matters of the heart—which was indeed the case at first—she had now come to understand her own heart. Since that night, she had realized that Kane had taken her heart.

So she kept waiting, waiting for Kane to come and take everything from her.

But his patience was far greater than she had imagined.

Now, Muirsey decided to take the initiative. Kane was becoming increasingly dazzling; the number of women in Colombia wanting to sleep with him could probably fill a moving plot. She didn't want to wait around only to receive a wedding invitation. That wasn't the kind of story she wanted to hear!

Compared to Christensen, who was throwing a tantrum while drunk, Muirsay appeared remarkably sober and determined.

"Müllersey, would you mind coming for a walk with me?"

"?"

Kane took Muirsey's hand and led her straight outside.

Feeling the warmth and strength of his palm, Muirsey naturally couldn't bear to break free, letting him lead her into the streets of Blue Cardwood.

"To be honest, I've known your feelings for a long time. You never refused my invitations in college—and with your social skills, there's no way you'd only revolve around me."

"Yes... Every time you ask, I cancel all my plans to make time for you."

Muirsey brought up the past with a huff. If it weren't for her good interpersonal skills and ability to always find replacements, she probably would have been blacklisted by various clubs and departments long ago—such an unpredictable member was just too troublesome.

"And your apartment, that little yu/ue/yi-shou/fa... If I'm not mistaken, I was the only one who went in there throughout the entire university period, right?"

"Hmm... I keep all my secrets in the bathtub. Besides, I don't like people invading my private space."

Muirsey seemed to be opening herself up completely, answering almost every question Kane asked. Her enthusiasm was enough to scorch anyone, and even Kane couldn't help but blush slightly.

"Then why am I an exception?"

“I don’t know… From the first time we met, I felt that you were different from everyone else. You made me feel… at ease. At first, I thought it was because we were in similar situations, with no one to rely on and could only grow up on our own.”

"But later, I met similar people, but I didn't feel the same way... Only you are special."

As she spoke, Muirsey moved closer, intertwining her fingers with Kane's. With their fingers clasped together, Kane could clearly feel the smoothness of her skin and the delicacy of her fingertips.

"Then that night, I almost took action... You went too far. But in the end, I forced myself to turn over and go to sleep."

"////"

Muirsey didn't dare answer, but Kane could feel her palms heating up quickly—clearly, the topic made her shy.

“I was really scared that day. If you had actually done something… I probably wouldn’t have resisted, but I would have cried afterwards.”

"Wow, it seems my gentlemanly manners saved me this time."

Kane was smug, as if congratulating himself on his "wise" decision at the time.

"After that, I roughly understood your feelings. To be honest, I really enjoyed those days... The air between us seemed to be pink. Watching others break their hearts in front of you time and time again, I actually felt secretly very happy."

"You rascal! I've been waiting for you to confess to me someday—I'll accept without hesitation and let the news spread throughout the whole school. You might not know it, but you're actually quite popular."

That won't do—leaving aside others, Kristen would absolutely explode. Kane already knew he was a jerk, but he tried his best to be a jerk with some class.

"After all, as the head of the Texas family—and as a eligible bachelor, I am quite qualified."

"That's only one aspect; you're outstanding in other ways as well. You have no idea how many people have come to me asking about you..."

Muirsey vividly reenacted the scene: A girl who was interested in Kane approached her, trying to subtly inquire if they were a couple. Her answer, naturally, was "more than friends, less than lovers." And these *Colombian lady-like* girls actually wanted her to be their wingman?!

"I'll agree to their requests on the surface, but the next day I'll reject them harshly in your tone—Kane, you've broken the hearts of many girls."

Muirsey looked at him slyly, seemingly enjoying his expression at that moment.

Kane was genuinely surprised. He was also wondering why he wasn't very popular with women... After all, among the four, Saria and Muirses' popularity was obvious, while Kristen, due to her special status, was unapproachable, though many were captivated by her charm. Since taking over the Texas family, only a handful of young ladies had attempted to approach him, only to quickly back down.

After all that fuss, it turned out that the "school bully" was behind it all.

"What kind of skirt is that? Are you trying to pick a fight? I've rejected so many rich young men just for you. Of course I have the right to stop other women!"

"Of course. I'd be overjoyed to see you jealous of me."

"Stop it!"

Muirsey was being stubborn. They were close, but she hadn't gotten the answer she wanted from Kane. She wouldn't let go until she received a clear response today.

"Hmm... To my dearest Muirsey. You once told me that if you had your own house, there were many things you wanted to experience. And now, I sincerely hope to be a part of it: in spring, when we cultivate the garden, I'd like to loosen the soil for you, and watch the flowers sprout and bloom together; in summer, when the rainstorm comes, I'd seal the doors and windows, and snuggle up to you on the sofa, listening to the rain; in autumn, we'd walk together in the park, watching the fallen leaves carpet the ground, the sunset painting them the same color; in winter, I'd warm your cold fingers so you wouldn't catch a chill while reading—and of course, I'd have to share a bite of the hot cocoa. I wish to be with you forever, through season after season, until our hair turns white, and finally return to nature together, entwined in the cycle of life."

Kane spoke slowly, and Muirsey listened quietly. After she finished, she suddenly laughed:

"Kane, it seems you really don't know how to write a love letter. This isn't a love letter at all!"

"How could that be?! I wrote it exactly in the style of the movie we just watched..."

In the movie, the Sarkaz musician teaches Rupert the gangsters writing techniques, which Kane memorizes—his memory is so good that he immediately imitates the style and recites a passage, thinking that Muirsey will see the connection and be pleased.

“Think about it—this is the letter that middle-aged man in the movie wrote to his wife! As far as I know, Mr. Kane, we are just friends now, not family.”

Muirsey's teasing gaze made Kane a little embarrassed. He also realized that this was more...urgent than a love letter, almost like a marriage proposal.

"But I don't hate it."

Muirsey's eyes sparkled with excitement. She stood in front of Kane, wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, and pulled him closer as she stood on tiptoe—her moist red lips pressed tightly against his.

At that very moment, a magnificent and spectacular fireworks display suddenly erupted over Bluewood, a spectacle even surpassing the scale of the annual Bluewood Awards ceremony.

"!?"

"The timing is wrong!"

This sudden "accident" interrupted their kiss. Muirsey looked up at the sky in confusion, trying to recall what special day it was.

Kane groaned in frustration—the clever elf lady immediately realized it was his doing.

She looked back: there was a pavilion not far ahead, with an unobstructed view. If they had continued at their previous pace… they would have been greeted by fireworks upon reaching it. Kane could have confessed his feelings as the dazzling fireworks illuminated their profiles, and then, after receiving Muirsey's response, kissed her amidst the fireworks.

All of this was planned by Kane. Faced with Muirsey's "relentless pressure," he had long intended to take action.

"Hahaha! Sorry, Kane, I ruined your carefully prepared plans."

Muirsey didn't know whether to feel regret or joy. A lover of romance and film, she was saddened by the ruined scene; yet, her relationship with Kane had deepened, filling her with joy. Even the dazzling fireworks in the sky couldn't compare to the throbbing of her heart at that moment.

And...isn't this good too? The fireworks exploded the moment they kissed, just like their feelings at that moment.

Thus, Kane's carefully planned confession was disrupted by Muirsey's sudden attack, but the two gained a more unforgettable moment than they had anticipated.

After enjoying the fireworks show together, they reluctantly returned to the hotel.

Just as Kane stepped into the room, he suddenly turned around and grabbed Muirsey's hand.

"Stay tonight..."

Muirsey's cheeks flushed instantly when she was pulled, but she did not break free, nor did she refuse this "rude" request.

She glanced around to make sure no one was in the hallway, then quickly slipped into his room. The door closed... and the two immediately kissed again.

In the brief moments when they were each scrambling for breath, Kane began to skillfully dismantle her defenses.

"Take a shower first..."

"We can go together."

……

The next day, Kane woke up with Muirsey in his arms.

This was no longer his room, but the room that Muels had reserved—the racial characteristics of the water sprites were truly astonishing, and the bed in his room was basically unusable, so the two of them had to tidy up in the middle of the night and quietly change rooms.

Kane opened his terminal and first checked for any important messages: apart from Mon3tr complaining about being bored at home alone, there was nothing else. He then browsed the Defense Section's work report for the day.

After finishing his official duties, he noticed his reflection on the screen—his neck covered in hickeys, and at least three teeth marks on his shoulder… Kane realized he was wrong. He should have guessed last night when he discovered Muirsey was wearing the latest Swire lingerie: Muirsey had come prepared! He was the prey, and Muirsey was the master hunter pretending to be the prey.

"Um……"

Muirsey slowly woke up. Upon opening her eyes and seeing Kane, her brain briefly went blank before her face quickly turned bright red—Kane had seen her like this many times last night.

"Don't get the bed wet again, we're staying another night."

Hearing his teasing, Muirsey blushed completely, pulled the blanket over herself, and started pretending to be a sand monster.

"Let me adjust for a bit... You can leave now."

"Haha, okay. I'll go get breakfast and book the housekeeping service—after all, we can't let the waiters in here."

After Kane left and the door closed, Muirsey, who had been hiding under the covers, dared to peek out.

She stared at the ceiling for a while before picking up her terminal and starting to process today's report from the Ecology Department.

But while working, I couldn't help but think back to last night—not in the lingering afterglow, of course!

Muirsey, with his keen eye, easily noticed from the process that Kane was too skilled—he had guided him almost the entire time.

This cannot be explained by talent alone.

He has other women...

Muirsey wasn't particularly angry or upset about this. She was already well aware of certain unspoken rules of society, just as the Casimir Wine Gazette had written: a man having multiple lovers signifies his success and womanizing; while a woman having multiple lovers only highlights her greed and debauchery.

This double standard had previously drawn criticism from female readers, but it ironically boosted the newspaper's reputation.

Kane was too outstanding, and Muirsey was already mentally prepared—if he had no experience, that would be the best outcome; if he did… then she might have to investigate and figure out who her opponents were.

If someone is just a pretty face, like an actress or model, she has plenty of ways to get rid of them.

But what if the opponent is a girl as smart as herself...

Christensen, Seria... and even the multi-talented Rosie and Nasti.

Muirsey was well aware of Kane's preferences. He had little interest in ordinary people; only women with geniuses and special qualities like them could attract his attention.

Therefore, she could easily guess that the enemies were probably mostly her colleagues at Rhine Labs. And among these colleagues... [The sentence is incomplete and ends abruptly.]

The most likely candidate... is probably Kristen. This opponent is no pushover...

Muirsey never imagined she would one day become enemies with Christensen; they were once inseparable friends, and now they were colleagues in a superior-subordinate relationship. It's all Kane's fault; if he hadn't been so unfaithful, none of this trouble would have happened.

"I can't believe I feel jealous... Love is terrible, Grandma Dean."

Chapter 92 Remian's Awakening

The date at Bluewood came to an end, and Kane and Muirsey returned to Tremont, reappearing in the sight of everyone at Rhine Labs. The various department heads at Rhine Labs had very different styles: Ferdinand's elite approach, Seria's pragmatism and competence, Dorothy's thoughtfulness and tolerance, Justin's performance-oriented approach... but the Ecology Department, due to Muirsey's relationship with them, had the most relaxed atmosphere.

Of course, being relaxed doesn't mean being careless—Muirsey maintains a relaxed and comfortable attitude on ordinary days, but must go all out and leave no room for error when it matters. Therefore, the review process within the Ecology Department is actually quite strict. Normally, she can smile and talk to her subordinates about the latest movies and merchandise, or which newly opened shops are more interesting and fun, but once a mistake is made at work, she will never lighten the punishment because of past favors.

In the ecology department, Muirsay was equally authoritative.

While the directors are undoubtedly exceptionally talented, they are also human, with their own preferences and feelings. Gossiping about the directors' private affairs naturally became a great source of amusement for RheinLife employees.

For example, Ferdinand's upper-class mannerisms and hobbies, and his efforts to cultivate relationships with the other directors. The staff in the Energy Department were all speculating: was he really after a promotion, or simply enjoyed being friends with the directors?

Moreover, Rhine Life is a very young company, and its directors are all young as well—"office romances" have always been a hot topic of gossip.

However, the department heads at Rhine Life show a predominance of women—only three of the department heads are men.

The female staff members also had their own opinions about the three directors in private.

Ferdinand was the kind of man whose success was immediately apparent – ​​his manners, refinement, social skills… that aura of the upper class, besides success, carried a great deal of pressure; after all, in situations where face is valued, mistakes are not an option.

Justin, on the other hand, exudes a Colombian luxury vibe—his intense ambition has long since overshadowed love. Marrying him would undoubtedly lead to increasingly better material conditions; however, you'd likely spend at least 20 days a month alone at home. Of course, some might see this as an advantage; a husband who's generous and doesn't interfere in your life sounds wonderful.

Kane, on the other hand, is somewhat intimidating; firstly, he manages the defense department, and his daily work is often linked to violence, not to mention he also has the Texas family under his control—a notorious criminal family; secondly, he has high standards, and he always nods in acknowledgment of the respect and greetings from ordinary staff members.

"It seems that Director Mordred and Director Muirsay went to Blue Card Dock together."

"Yes, yes, they seem to have come back together today."

"Hey—! Could it be those two..."

"No, no, Director Mordred and the Chief Executive are clearly a couple! I always saw them working together."

Young employees talk about it with great enthusiasm, while experienced veterans listen but don't comment—discussing superiors in the company is not a wise move.