"How could I not?" Edward Clark took the blanket, noticing a faint fragrance lingering on it, and put on a smile. "There's a bed, a quilt, and a beautiful lady to keep me company. I dream of living in a place like this. What I'm really worried about is being kicked out by you, not that I don't like it here!"

Regardless of whether Julia Cooper thought he was being shameless, like a stubborn donkey that won't budge unless beaten, Edward Clark had already gotten up, spread out the blanket, and sat on it, smiling as he looked at Julia Cooper.

The young girl couldn't help but giggle. Looking at Edward Clark's sheepish, somewhat honest smile, all her anger and resentment suddenly vanished without a trace!

Section Seven: Dumb Luck

In the early morning, Edward Clark opened his eyes and found it was still early—after all, the sunlight hadn't yet reached inside the room. He checked his phone and saw it was already nine o'clock. Only then did he remember that this room faced west.

Stretching lazily, he sat up, thought for a while, then jumped out of bed. Right, time to keep looking for a security job he liked. Yesterday, when he saw Olivia Foster's eyes, there was a calm indifference, completely different from the passionate, suggestive look from Julia Cooper. Edward Clark already knew that if Julia Cooper was hiring, he might have a shot, but if it was Olivia Foster, he'd better make other plans. Besides, he wasn't satisfied with that sales position—calling clients all day, chatting like some all-purpose NPC, as nagging as Tang Seng, was enough to drive him crazy. Did he really have to go looking for Tang Seng himself?

He tiptoed to open the door, afraid of disturbing the two beauties' sweet dreams. But once he stepped out, Edward Clark realized it was unnecessary. Aside from him, the unemployed drifter, everyone else had jobs. At nine o'clock, of course, they were already at work.

On the table was a sheet of white paper, two buns, and a cup of soy milk. The note read, "Edward Clark, remember to eat breakfast. The food on the table is for you. Don't forget to take the key when you go out. I looked up a few companies for you online last night. You can try calling them."

Below the note, several companies were listed in dense handwriting, along with the positions, specific requirements, and contact information—very detailed. Only then did Edward Clark realize that when he couldn't sleep last night and saw the light still on in Julia Cooper's room, with her fully focused at the computer, she was actually helping him look for jobs. He couldn't help but feel a bit touched.

Still, he finished the buns and drank the soy milk before getting ready to call the numbers Julia Cooper had given him. With his attitude, anyone watching would probably think he was the one doing the hiring, not applying.

Actually, he wasn't in a hurry at all. Jobs with an 8,000 yuan monthly salary were hard to find, but those paying 800 were his for the picking. He never thought an 8,000-yuan job was much better than an 800-yuan one. Maybe that's what Julia Cooper meant by "lacking ambition." He had just picked up his phone when it started ringing on its own. Edward Clark glanced at it—an unfamiliar number. In fact, every number was unfamiliar to him. How long had it been like this—a year, or two? Edward Clark frowned, shook his head, and stopped thinking about it.

"Hello, may I speak to Edward Clark—Mr. Clark?" A sweet, steady, and dignified voice came from the other end. It was clearly a receptionist, not a hostess.

"This is he. May I ask who you are?" Edward Clark was a bit puzzled. Was it the insurance company from yesterday?

"This is Pioneer Electronics Co., Ltd." The receptionist's gentle voice sounded like a bomb in Edward Clark's ear. He couldn't help but wonder if his standards had dropped so low that only companies offering 500-yuan salaries would consider him.

"Yesterday you submitted your information to our company. We reviewed it carefully and would like to invite you for an interview. Do you have time?" The voice on the other end was calm and unhurried.

"Where is it?" Edward Clark sighed. After getting the address, he put down the phone and spent half an hour just deciding whether to go. But then he thought, if the pay is low, the work must be easy. With that thought, he felt at ease. He tidied up, and in a good mood, his movements were brisk. He even wiped the dust off his leather shoes, which hadn't seen polish in a month. Only then did he leave the house, and with a "clang," he suddenly realized he'd forgotten his phone!

Edward Clark sighed. He was getting lazier and more absent-minded lately. Was this some kind of rich man's disease, like the American president's Parkinson's? Only, the president was a big shot, while he was a nobody. At least this disease was fair and didn't care about status. Feeling sorry for himself, he pulled out a phone recharge card he had just bought yesterday. With a swipe, the door opened.

His movements were so natural and practiced, as if effortless. If a professional locksmith saw him, they'd probably be dumbfounded and bow in admiration!

Edward Clark had no memory of ever having this skill, but it seemed to come naturally. He might seem lazy and laid-back, but when faced with a problem, he could always solve it easily. Was this what people called genius? Edward Clark mocked himself at the thought.

He went back in, picked up his phone, saw the key was also on the table, grabbed it, and left again, locking the door behind him. At least he had some conscience—he didn't care if he lost his own stuff, but if Julia Cooper lost her computer, that would be a real crime. Still, he knew this kind of lock only kept out honest people, not thieves. He could open seven of them in a minute!