Ben Tankepretumed entered the room where Alice was staying just in time to see her fully dressed and about to start her live stream. There was no air conditioning, and the place was swarming with mosquitoes at night. It was the most humid room in the guesthouse. Ben had no intention of subjecting himself to such misery. Instead, all her live streams were conducted quickly. Ben asked, "Vance, have you seen Grace? I heard the farmers refuse to work with her because she set the prices too high.

She's got over a thousand orders stuck with no way to ship them out. If she cancels, wouldn't that affect Henderson Group too?" Vance's impatience flared, "She only took on the Southbrook project to spite you. If things have come to this, she brought it on herself. Did she really think she had what it took to handle it?" Alice was already seated before the camera, though the live stream hadn't started yet.

"Vance, do you think Uncle Ethan will fire her over this?" Vance didn't have an answer to that. He knew that the thought of Ethan and Grace staying across from each other left an adorable knot in his chest. With so many rooms available, what was the reason for that particular arrangement? Ben's mind drifted back to the accident that left him crippled. It had been because of Grace. Would Ethan have let them off so easily if it had been anyone else?

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Ben had never liked his cold and distant uncle, but now, his irritation deepened. Could he really be interested in Grace? The thought made Ben's stomach turn. If he didn't want something, he'd rather throw it away than let it fall into the hands of someone he despised. Alice continued, "Vance, Grace is really putting on a good act this time. If you go soft on her just because she blocked you, she'll probably pull this trick again and again." "I won't grovel," Ben scoffed.

"I followed your advice and tried to show a little concern, but she wasn't even there. She probably panicked over those two thousand orders and fled back to thi-" "The tiniest setback can crush her. Honestly, I wish she'd stay here a few more days and toughen up. Otherwise, how will she command any respect when she joins the-she was offering well-meaning advice, but every word was a thinly veiled jab at Grace." Ben placed his hands on her shoulders. "You're her older sister.

No need to worry about her. You're only three days away from completing your assistance project for the farmers. Once we're back in the capital, I'll buy you a sportscar." "Really? Thanks, Vance." While the two of them basked in their sweet moment, Grace had been working non-stop throughout the night. Ben had sprayed her aching knee with disinfectant spray countless times. The entire village had come together, and after working tirelessly until 2:00 am, they had finally packed up everything.

This meant she had sold 450,000 pounds of apples in just one night. Grace was starving, her head spinning from hunger. A group of villagers approached, their eyes filled with admiration. "Grace, you're amazing! Selling 450,000 pounds in one night. That's incredible!" "You must be hungry, right? The food will be ready in just a moment!" Note: The text was edited for spelling, grammar, and style.