He had fought his way up from nothing, eliminating every rival that stood in his way.
The Golden family, his siblings, and even his father—no one could stand up to him now.
He was always alone, indifferent to both family and love.
To Rhysand, anyone who stood in his way was an enemy to be destroyed.
Butler Jorah arrived at the supermarket with a convoy of black cars and bodyguards, all waiting respectfully outside.
When they saw Rhysand walking out with two bags of vegetables, they were utterly stunned.
Their powerful young master, buying groceries?
Rhysand handed the bags to Butler Jorah. "Take these to Ariel. I'm going to the office."
Suppressing his shock, Butler Jorah accepted the bags. "Young Master, aren't you going home?"
Rhysand shook his head. "Notify the company shareholders. We're meeting tomorrow."
During the day, he worked as an assistant at the Ocean family company, while at night, he resumed his role as president of the Golden Group, handling the affairs in Peak City.
Ariel, on the other hand, slept soundly through the night, completely unaware of her husband's secret life.
The next morning, she woke up to find a mountain of fresh vegetables delivered to her doorstep, courtesy of an elderly man from the countryside.
"Mrs. Golden, I'm Mr. Golden's distant relative from the village," the old man said nervously, bowing his head.
Ariel looked around and asked, "Why hasn't Rhysand come back yet?"
"President Golden... no Mr Golden, he always works overtime at the company. He'll be very busy lately, so Mr. Golden asked me to tell you that he may not be able to come home these days," Butler Jorah smirked.
He almost slipped up, but quickly reacted.
Young Master Golden had asked him not to reveal his identity, so he came specifically dressed in cheap clothes from a street vendor.
Ariel thought for a moment and asked, "Butler Jorah, did Rhysand owe money to the villagers?"
"Huh?" Butler Jorah was confused. Rhysand's family was extremely wealthy.
How could he owe money?
On the contrary, many people owed him money.
Ariel quickly explained, "I mean, is he working overtime to pay off debts?"
"Well..." Butler Jorah was stunned.
He really didn't know the Third Young Master pretended to be poor and told Ariel about his debts.
He had to grit his teeth and say, "It seems like that's the case... he owes quite a bit, but I'm not sure."
"Butler Jorah, can you do me a favor?" Ariel's eyes sparkled. "I want to help Rhysand pay off his debts. I'll give you the money, and you can pass it on to the villagers for me, okay?"
It didn't matter if Rhysand didn't like her.
Since they were married, they were family.
Besides, his salary was too low to support them alone, and he still had debts to pay.
Butler Jorah was stunned.
He had seen many women who wanted to get close to Rhysand in Rain City, all sorts of them, but only Ariel was willing to help him pay off his debts.
"Don't let him know about this," Ariel reminded him again. She didn't want Rhysand to think she was fawning over him.
After seeing Butler Jorah off, Ariel left the house to go to work.
Yesterday, she asked Jessica to help her find a job, and she had found one.
She sent a message to Rhysand, telling him she got a job.
However, she only received a simple reply half an hour later: "Got it." Ariel bit her lip while holding her phone.
This man was really cold.
If it weren't for the fact that Rhysand owed her a million dollars, she wouldn't have helped him pay it back!
For several days, Rhysand didn't come home.
When Ariel sent him a message, he only replied with two words: "Working overtime."
Ariel didn't bother to ask any more, so as not to be ignored.
Since Rhysand wasn't home, Ariel cooked for herself, but the food she made tasted terrible and was nowhere near as good as Rhysand's cooking.
One night, Ariel was about to go to bed when she saw Rhysand come back.
He was wearing a black suit, with a hint of exhaustion on his handsome face, and a faint stubble on his chin, as if he hadn't rested well for several days.
She didn't expect him to come back and was stunned for a moment.
"You're not working overtime today?" she asked.