As they walked downstairs and headed toward the door.
Andres took the opportunity to make a suggestion.
"How about you pick out a new car from my garage? That way, if it's inconvenient for me to drop you off, you can just drive yourself."
Maeve rejected the offer.
"Your cars make way too much of a statement. I can't drive those."
She had seen his garage. It housed dozens of ultra-luxury cars.
Each one worth a fortune, but none of them fit her vibe.
Andres never thought he'd live to see the day his collection would be called "too much of a statement."
He felt a little helpless, but also found it funny.
By the time they stepped outside, Hans was already waiting by the door.
On the way to the café, Maeve suddenly remembered something very important.
She held her hand out to Andres. "You still owe me five hundred bucks."
Andres was genuinely confused for a moment.
"When did I owe you money?"
From the driver's seat, Hans chimed in:
"I’m guessing Miss Vance is here to collect her fee for realigning the energy at the estate."
Maeve: "Hans gets me."
If Hans hadn't reminded him, Andres would have completely forgotten.
Five hundred dollars was the price Maeve had quoted for realigning his estate's energy.
Because the price was absurdly low, he had completely tossed it to the back of his mind.
Looking at her outstretched palm, Andres couldn't resist. He cupped her hand and pressed a soft kiss to her palm.
Maeve didn't hesitate to shoot him down.
"I want cash, not kisses."
In the front seat, Hans: "..."
Were these two really flaunting their PDA this shamelessly?
This kind of straightforward, openly affectionate behavior completely contradicted the cold, aloof persona his boss normally maintained.
Clearly, a man in love lost all of his brain cells.
"I was thinking... we've been married a while, and I've never really given you a proper gift."
"In the Vance family, we have an unspoken rule: the wife brings home the bacon, and the husband just needs to look pretty."
"Take this two fifty as your allowance. Go buy yourself a treat."
Even with his elite level of self-control, Hans couldn't stop himself from bursting into laughter.
He thought his boss was direct.
But compared to him, Miss Vance was in a league of her own when it came to flirting.
Instead of feeling slighted by the meager amount, Andres didn't get angry at all.
He happily accepted the transfer notification on his phone.
"Since my wife is being so sincere, I'll gladly accept this."
Catching Hans holding back laughter, Andres shot him a look.
"My wife just gave me an allowance. Try not to be too jealous, bachelor."
Being called out as a bachelor, Hans mentally fired back:
Careful, boss. Couples who show off die fast.

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