At this moment, Herry let out a loud sneeze.

Logan Morgan, driving the car, furrowed his brows tightly. "Herry, are you catching a cold?"

Herry, listless, nestled in Grace's arms, showing no signs of his usual mischievous self.

Grace gently wrapped him in her own clothes, softly saying, "He probably played too wildly at the car exhibition and caught a chill from the cold breeze."

"Quickly close the windows!" Logan commanded.

Grace reached out and pressed a button, making the car window slowly rise, blocking out the cold wind.

"Darling, have you signed the contract with the Reed Group?" Grace inquired.

Logan Morgan nodded. "The offer from the Reed Group...