?<strong>Chapter 1117:</strong>


    They were his favorite real-life couple.


    Inside the office, after Mchi left, Andrew now had rity on the path ahead. While he didn’t see any ws in Madisyn, he understood that routine life could dull the excitement if it wasn’t nurtured with care and romance.


    He pulled out his phone and began to ask people online how they surprised their loved ones.


    There were dozens of responses to the post soon. Andrew sifted through them, but with each suggestion, his frown deepened.


    The reason was simple: none of these ideas felt right for Madisyn.


    To Andrew, Madisyn was inimitable, one of a kind.


    Though theizens’ ideas were pleasant, none of them matched his idea of a meaningful surprise.


    If Mchi had been there, he would have had augh at Andrew’s expense. Mchi could have easily identified the inexperience behind those names offering advice. Could their idea of romance ever match someone with Andrew’s vast resources?


    But Mchi wasn’t there, and Andrew didn’t yet realize where the problemy.


    He set the phone down and grabbed his pen, writing the word “n” in bold, deliberate strokes on the page.


    Madisyn’s hard work had paid off. Although one final stage remained, Johns Group had significantly improved ording to her n, and employee productivity had surged.


    Watching the employees greet her, beaming with joy, Madisyn felt a surge of pride, a deep sense of aplishment filling her heart. As she soaked in the moment, her phone rang. She nced at the screen and saw it was her mother calling.


    “Mom,” Madisyn answered.


    ine’s voice came through the line, warm and inviting. “Madisyn, are you swamped with work? How about a shopping trip with me?”


    Madisyn rarely turned down invitations from ine, and it just so happened she had a bit of free time right now. “Right now? Should I pick you up at home?”


    ine chuckled on the other end. “No need, I’m already at the shopping district near the office. Juste here.”


    “Okay.”


    Madisyn ended the call with ine, gave her secretary a few instructions, and headed out.


    When she arrived at the shopping district, ine studied her closely, concern knitting her brows. “Madisyn, you’ve lost weight. Haven’t you been eating properlytely?”


    Madisyn had been so focused on worktely that she’d indeed shed a few pounds. She didn’t want ine to worry, so she quickly reassured her, “Mom, this body is just perfect for me.”


    Madisyn twirled around yfully, showing off her figure. She looked stunning, but ine remained unconvinced.


    “Sweetheart, you’ve always been slender enough. Neither being too thin nor gaining too much weight is healthy. I heard from your brother that you’ve been doing a fantastic job at Johns Group, but if you’re working yourself into the ground and risking your health, I won’t be happy about it. Your hard work matters, but so does your well-being.” ine gave Madisyn a look that clearly said she wouldn’t hesitate to stop Madisyn from going to work if she didn’t start eating right.


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