At this moment, Justin Kingston had already arrived in Montclair, Canada, and checked into a certain seven-star hotel. He owns half the shares in this hotel, and even the air in the presidential suite is filled with luxury. Sitting in the velvet sofa, he calculated the time difference and dialed Mia Lane’s video call. The slight smile on his lips was enough to show Mia’s place in his heart. In Riventhal, it was exactly eight o’clock in the evening. After having dinner and taking a bath, Mia Lane sat by the headboard with a book in hand, hearing the call coming through, a smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of her lips. This check-in is quite timely. She answered the video call, smiling, "I’m home, I’m home, no overtime today." "Why didn’t you dry your hair?" Justin asked seriously, having noticed this detail, "You’ll catch a cold easily." "I’ve already blown it, my scalp is dry, just the ends are a bit wet," she assured tenderly, "Did you guys just get off the plane?" "Yeah." There was only her in Justin’s gentle eyes, under the warm yellow light, she was the most captivating. Due to the time difference, Mia saw that it was daytime over there. So she said to him, "You know, just focus on your work, I won’t be working overtime, I’ll definitely be home by eight every night, trust me." "I’m not supervising," he explained, smiling, "I just don’t want you to be too tired." "I know, I don’t want you to be too tired either, so please take care of yourself." After a few simple words, the video call ended. In the presidential suite of the hotel. Justin had just put down his phone when there was a knock on the door. Sitting on the sofa, he glanced over to see one of his assistants come in. The assistant stood in front of him, respectfully saluted, and reported, "CEO Kingston, we just found out that Emily is staying at Lakeside Manor, about a ten-minute drive from here." It’s a great orchard known in this city, the only oasis in the bustling city, so Justin knew a bit about it. The assistant added, "We have contacted her, she is willing to see you." Justin got up and said warmly, "Then let’s head over now." They left the suite and, with the bodyguards at the door, took the elevator downstairs. In the black Maserati heading to Lakeside Manor, the assistant informed him about Emily’s details. When did she immigrate to Korland? Why doesn’t she live in Eldoria? How is her relationship with her father, Johnson? Justin listened attentively, thus analyzing Emily’s character. The fairytale life doesn’t necessarily have to be in a castle; waking up in an orchard is just as good. It covers a vast area, with 108 kinds of fruit trees, crisscrossed by several small streams, the sound of trickling water often heard. The manor is not open to the public; it is Emily’s private residence, bought in full by her father Johnson ten years ago as a birthday gift. She is a girl who loves fruit trees. Holding a glass of fruit wine, wrapped in a warm blanket, she sits in the fairytale garden, feeling the starlight covering the sky and listening to what seemed like the echoes from the entire orchard. Latest content published on novelFirｅ.net This is her dream fairytale life, and now she has realized it. Today, the manor basks in sunshine, Emily wearing a Lolita dress, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a high nose, her fair skin as delicate as porcelain. She was dancing gracefully in the garden, holding a photo of Justin Kingston in her hand, smiling brightly, as happy as a child— "I saw this man at a banquet when I was seven years old. It seems as if the years have left no trace on his face! I like him, I want him!" She never thought that one day, her idol would come to find her! "Miss," the maid standing by kindly reminded, "Mr. Kingston is married." The dancing girl paused, smiling as she looked at her, "I know, but does that matter?"