The Wanlong territory originally belonged to Quentin Croix. Wilson Parvis was just a lowly underling back then.

Who could've imagined that after Quentin's death, Wilson would rise to power and become Wanlong's new overlord overnight?

Rumors said Wilson commanded tens of thousands of elite soldiers. His influence was so formidable that even the infamous Vincent Agrigent dared not cross him lightly.

Tristan Ashcroft was stunned. He never expected Tony Lombardi to be Wilson's son-in-law!

"Exactly. He's my father-in-law." Tony swirled his wine glass. "Without him, I wouldn't be where I am today."

Tristan raised his glass for a toast.

After downing his drink, he said meaningfully, "Then you'd better tread carefully. If your wife gets upset..."

Tony gave a bitter laugh. "Tell me about it. Her pregnancy hormones are raging these days. I can't even breathe too loudly around her."

"Good luck with that." Tristan checked his watch and stood. "I've got business to attend to. Excuse me."

"Go ahead." Tony waved him off, watching him leave.

......

Jenna Roland stepped into the bedroom, drying her damp hair. Ethan Roscente leaned against the headboard, reading.

She sat at the vanity and picked up her old jar of Dabao moisturizer.

Ethan's gaze lifted from his book, landing on the cheap skincare product in her hands. His brows furrowed.

"Why aren't you using the skincare set I bought you?"

Jenna applied the cream while facing the mirror. "I'll switch after finishing this one."

"And the clothes in the wardrobe—you've never worn them." His voice turned icy.

He'd personally selected those haute couture dresses, even removing the tags himself. Yet they remained untouched.

After moisturizing, Jenna walked to the bed. "Those outfits are too expensive. I do housework all day—it'd be wasteful to wear them."

Ethan's expression froze.

He couldn't believe his ears.

"Clothes are meant to be worn." His tone was glacial. "If you won't wear them, I'll have them tossed tomorrow."

Hearing his anger, Jenna quickly relented. "I'll wear them tomorrow. Don't be mad."

Ethan snorted and turned away.

Jenna silently arranged her floor bedding. After scrolling through her phone, drowsiness soon overtook her.

She set the phone aside and fell into deep sleep.