Eating a dried abalone worth more than thirty thousand yuan with relish, Olivia Jenkins showed no reserve, as if managing to sweep away all her misery and grievances.
Daniel Marshall quietly had his meal, occasionally glancing at Olivia Jenkins.
All that mattered was that his wife felt better!
The Jenkins Family was not worth Olivia's time and mental effort. Were it not for Olivia, Daniel would not even bother with the chaotic affairs of Jenkins Group.
The muddled head of the Jenkins family always irritated him, being so obstinate, even more than his own grandfather. He truly felt sorry for Olivia, who had to struggle to keep the Jenkins Group afloat.
Daniel finished removing the bones from the fish before passing it on to Olivia. His deep eyes looked at her tenderly, his low voice sounding as melodious as a cello, "My dear, you can share your worries with me. I can try to analyze things for you, perhaps, I can offer you some good advice."
