Asher Land interrogated her like he was questioning a criminal, and she obediently took it all in stride; whatever he asked, she answered. After the questioning ended, seeing Asher Land did not fly into a rage, she couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. "Don’t let there be a next time," he issued a warning. "I understand," she replied obediently. Seeing her attitude of admitting fault was acceptable, Asher Land decided not to make things difficult for her any further. "Go take a bath and get some rest early." Just as Sophie Smith was about to get up, he picked her up. "I’ll do it for you." Ever since her belly began to look noticeably different, Asher Land almost refused to let her lift even a finger. She was practically living a life of being waited on hand and foot. He gently placed her in the bathtub, his gaze suddenly falling on her swollen belly, not moving away for a long time. Soon, he would become a father. What a special identity that was. A hint of softness appeared on his face, and his previously tight lips relaxed. "Asher Land, when the child is born, don’t be so rough anymore; you’ll scare the baby." "Rough? How am I rough?" He really thought he was quite gentle, of course, especially around her. "When I came back today, you scared me," she frowned, complaining. "Did I?" Maybe it was because he was too worried about her at the time, and he couldn’t control his emotions. His large hands gently rubbed over her body, and whenever he said he’d help her bathe, he would end up sitting in there himself, hands and feet restless, always thinking of ways to take advantage of her. However, even during those months when intimacy was possible, he’d only touched her once. Sometimes, seeing his discomfort, she wanted to help him, but he wouldn’t agree, afraid he’d hurt her. Thinking of this, Sophie Smith felt somewhat touched. "President Land, headquarters wants a video call with you," the secretary approached him respectfully. "I understand," Asher Land closed the file in his hand and opened his laptop. On the computer screen, Nathan Land’s expressionless, cold visage came into view. "Hmm," Nathan Land replied in a deep voice. "I don’t know what brings Father to seek me this time?" Asher Land knew if Nathan Land were looking for him, it couldn’t be for anything good. Sure enough, a few seconds later, Nathan Land spoke. "The performance report you submitted, I find unsatisfactory." He had expanded Golden Era’s industries so much—a fact Nathan Land was not unaware of—and now he says unsatisfactory here? Ha, does Golden Era have to take over all of Eastern City for him to be satisfied? "Father, I’ve already tried my utmost..." "Trying your utmost results in this?" Nathan Land sneered, "Useless indeed." Googlᴇ search 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✦𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✦𝓷𝓮𝓽 "I heard you were even schemed against by Hush Sky last time? Ha, you can’t even handle Hush Sky, and here you are saying you’ve tried hard." "I warn you for the last time, if you can’t conquer Hush Sky within half a year, pack up and return to headquarters!" Nathan Land finished speaking and ended the video call. Was this a final ultimatum for him? He was well aware of Nathan Land’s intentions, the old man wanted to transfer him back to Europe quickly; he wasn’t willing to even stick to the originally promised two-year period. He closed his laptop, leaned back in his leather chair, and closed his eyes to relax. He had once promised Sophie Smith to ease off on pressuring Hush Sky, but now it seemed unavoidably necessary to make a comeback on this front.