?<strong>Chapter 1094:</strong>


    After saving his number on her phone, Docie also added him on WhatsApp.


    When Dane locked his phone, she immediately noticed Susan’s photo as his lock screen background.


    Unable to resist, she spoke. “Mr. Johns, you and Susan seem to have a wonderful rtionship. She’s mentioned your past before.” Dane’s usually cold expression softened slightly at her words.


    “I’m very fortunate to have met her,” he replied.


    Docie stood by the road, watching Dane’s car drive off before heading upstairs.


    After freshening up, she sat on the bed and located Dane’s Facebook ount using his number.


    His posts were straightforward, divided into three categories: business news, family posts, and charming everyday moments with Susan.


    Docie gazed at a photo of Dane and Susan together, his gentle smile radiating warmth. She found herself lost in the happiness on his face, then saved the image.


    Meanwhile, Dane returned to the family manor, where Susan had just finished washing up and was sitting at her vanity. “Honey, what happened tonight?”


    She was still pondering the message Dane had sent earlier, mentioning an unexpected dy.


    Dane hadn’t said much at the time, but now he walked over, pulling her into his arms. Her soft fragrance enveloped him, and he said, “I met your apprentice today…”


    He exined what happened with Docie to Susan, kissing her cheek. “She’s fine. Don’t worry.”


    As Dane spoke, he picked up the hairdryer to dry Susan’s hair when his phone buzzed.


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    He checked the phone. It was a message from Waylon.


    “Bro, Andrew’s being heartless. Histe-night status update is making me jealous!”


    Waylon’s tone wasced with frustration toward Andrew.


    Dane raised an eyebrow, confused by his brother’sints, before clicking on Andrew’s status update.


    The photo showed a handsome man and a beautiful woman walking hand-in-hand down the street. No text apanied it, but the image exuded a perfect, harmonious vibe.


    Dane raised an eyebrow again, understanding exactly what his brother was feeling.


    He nced at Susan, who sat quietly, and a mischievous thought crossed his mind.


    “Darling, y along with me for this.”


    Holding his phone, Dane fiddled with it briefly before uploading the freshly taken picture to his WhatsApp status. He turned to Waylon and said, “Don’t worry. I already got revenge for you.”


    After sessfully sending the message, Dane set his phone aside and, with a fond smile, told Susan, who had been silently watching, “Forget him; let me finish drying your hair.”


    Susan noticed the sly smile tugging at Dane’s lips and couldn’t help but pity Waylon.


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