Henry Carter had once opposed this marriage, but in front of his grandfather—the stern old general who had once fought alongside the founding marshal and was now known throughout the country—his opposition was clearly useless, just like when he was thrown into the special forces at a young age, with no room for negotiation.

Well, marriage it is. But neither he nor his strong-willed wife was willing to accept this union in their hearts, which resulted in the two of them living under the same roof yet remaining like strangers.

Originally, Henry Carter had made up his mind: since neither of them was willing, they could just live their own lives. Maybe in a couple of years, the old man would change his mind. Who could have guessed that Evelyn Clark's grandfather, Mr. Clark, would invite Henry Carter over for drinks, and after a few rounds, Henry Carter realized with a bitter smile that his plan was impossible—because Mr. Clark had asked Henry Carter to join Jasmine Fragrance Company to look after Evelyn Clark.

“Xiao Hao, Xiao Zhen lost her parents early and has no siblings to help her. She’s been running such a big company at such a young age—these years have been hard on her. I see it with my own eyes and feel it in my heart. Besides, all those shareholders in the company are shrewd old foxes. I could still help keep an eye on things a few years ago, but now I’m getting old, and I’m afraid they’ll cause even more trouble. I don’t want Xiao Zhen to suffer. You’re her husband, you have to help her…”

Faced with the tearful and emotional plea of Mr. Clark, Henry Carter had no choice but to agree. And Mr. Clark wasn’t wrong—no matter how their relationship was, Evelyn Clark was indeed his wife. How could he let his own wife be bullied by others?

It took quite some effort for Henry Carter to refuse Mr. Clark’s plan to have him join the company openly as himself, and instead settle for a position as an ordinary employee. First, Henry Carter knew he wasn’t cut out for business; second, if he entered the company with the label of “the CEO’s husband,” not only would people look at him strangely, but those with ulterior motives would be on guard against him. On the other hand, as a regular employee, he could actually get to know and understand a lot more…

Mr. Clark had wanted to consult Henry Carter about telling Evelyn Clark about his past, but Henry Carter persuaded him not to. For a woman who grew up in a normal environment, could she accept a husband whose hands were stained with blood and who had taken hundreds of lives?

She’d probably wake up from nightmares in the middle of the night…

Because of this, Mr. Clark always felt guilty toward Henry Carter. For people of their generation, they understood better than anyone: if it weren’t for people like Henry Carter, whose hands were covered in blood, how could they enjoy such a peaceful and stable life?

They weren’t executioners—they were heroes!

Existences like Hidden Dragon, the country’s top special force—not to mention ordinary people, even many insiders might not know of its existence. They were mysterious, powerful, like a group of invisible guardians, silently dedicating themselves to protecting China…

Henry Carter’s car slowly drove into the underground parking lot of Jasmine Tower under the envious gaze of the security guards. The entire building belonged to Jasmine Fragrance Company. In such a bustling commercial district, a building like this was worth a fortune—enough for many companies to share office space. But this building was used exclusively by Jasmine Fragrance Company and was not rented out, which showed the company’s strength.

Henry Carter stepped out of the elevator and headed toward Section Six of the Sales Department on the seventh floor. After only a few steps, he stopped and glanced sideways down a nearby corridor.

Section Chief William Thompson of Sales Six was standing in front of Grace Foster, wearing a sincere expression. “Grace, you know my feelings for you are genuine. Why won’t you consider it?”

Grace Foster hugged a folder to her chest, covering her full, rounded bosom, because she always felt William Thompson’s gaze drifting there, which made her very uncomfortable.

“Chief, I’ve only just joined the company. I just want to work hard and achieve something as soon as possible. I’m not thinking about relationships for now…”

William Thompson frowned and continued earnestly, “It’s good that you have that attitude, but love and work don’t conflict. Besides, I’m a section chief, and you know my uncle is the head of the Sales Department. If you’re with me, it’ll be good for your future development…”

Grace Foster shook her head, clearly unmoved. “Chief, I’m still young. I really don’t want to think about relationships right now…”

William Thompson grew a little impatient and reached out to grab Grace Foster’s hand. Grace Foster stepped back in fright.

“Oh, is this a confession scene? What an eye-opener.”

A clearly mocking voice sounded as Henry Carter strolled over with his hands in his pockets, grinning as he blocked William Thompson. “Chief, she’s a girl. Can’t you be a little more gentle? And now you’re reaching out—what, are you going to use force if your confession fails?”

When Grace Foster saw Henry Carter, her eyes lit up and she quickly ran to his side. “Mr. Carter!”

Henry Carter smiled. “Did you finish the report I asked you to organize yesterday?”

Grace Foster stuck out her tongue. “Not yet.”

Henry Carter put on a stern face. “Then hurry up and do it. What if the chief asks for it later and you can’t hand it in?”

Grace Foster gave Henry Carter a grateful look and lowered her head. “I’ll get right on it.”