Wife chasing Billionaire's Adoration.

In Roland's office, the man sitting behind the desk was gloomily eyeing the report Andreas had just handed him.

"Last night," Andreas continued, his voice a mix of sweat and nervousness, "Chelly Jean tried to drug you and climb into your bed. For a measly small company, they sure have the balls to scheme like that. Do they also buy into the rumor that if she gets into your bed, your parents will force you to marry her?"

"How naive," Roland scoffed, standing in front of him. Andreas was literally sweating bullets from his forehead, knowing his boss was beyond pissed this time.

With much difficulty, he continued, "The person who booked that hotel room last night was Sandra Romualdez."

Roland looked up; the name rang a bell. "She's the owner of OS Allure, the clothing brand Madam wants to collaborate with," he finally remembered.

Sandra wasn't accomplished with drugging him; he knew that much. Ever since last night, he'd been struggling to focus on his work because those scenes kept replaying in his mind. It felt like it had woken up a sleeping beast inside him, making him thirsty for more. He wanted more and more of her.

"Mr. Fleming, how do you want to proceed?" Andreas inquired, seeing Roland go silent.

Roland picked up his phone instead of answering, dialing a number. After a couple of rings, the call was picked up.

"If it's not about my collaboration with OS Allure, I don't want to hear it," his mother, Rosa, spoke heartlessly.

"Mom, if you want to collaborate with that company, you have to come and do it personally," Roland said.

"What are you talking about! You told me last week you weren't that busy and could handle a small matter!" Rosa was losing her temper, not only because her unfilial, unemotional son couldn't give her a daughter-in-law, but now he couldn't even finish a simple favor. How disappointing.

"Mom, you do it yourself. I don't want to mix business with personal affairs," Roland said calmly. "I don't want to discuss collaboration with your soon-to-be daughter-in-law."

Andreas, standing by the side, nearly fainted from shock, his jaw practically hitting the floor. He shook his head and cleaned his ears, thinking he must've heard wrong.

Rosa, on the other hand, suddenly realized what was going on and started giggling. "Son, are you telling the truth?"

"Hmm," Roland only mumbled in confirmation, not elaborating further.

"Okay, schedule the meeting, and I'll fly there ASAP," Rosan said, dropping the call without waiting for a response. She excitedly gripped her phone and waddled to her husband's office with a Cheshire cat grin. Why shouldn't she be happy? Her son, who was practically Satan reincarnate, had finally found a woman to tame him. And she was even happier that the woman he wanted was the owner of OS Allure, a clothing brand she adored. She was over the moon.

She threw open her husband's office door and announced with glee, "Old man, I'm flying to P-Country to meet our daughter-in-law, and you're coming with me!"

Robert Fleming, who had just taken a sip of tea, suddenly spat it out all over his desk, utterly flabbergasted by his wife's declaration.

"Whose daughter-in-law?" Robert Fleming asked, after he'd collected himself and started wiping his mouth. An attendant was already busy cleaning the tea off his desk.

"Our daughter-in-law! That rascal Roland has finally started showing some sense!" Rosa answered, chattering non-stop with a happy face, already envisioning spoiling a daughter-in-law.

"Wife, have you been spying on your son again?" Robert asked suspiciously, knowing his wife all too well.

Rosa scoffed indignantly. "Of course not! He said it himself! He doesn't want to handle the business for Rose Couture because he's wooing the owner and doesn't want to mix business with personal affairs."

Rosa's chatter was relentless while Robert fell into deep thought. If it hadn't come straight from his son's mouth, he wouldn't have believed it. He knew Roland too well. It seemed like some formidable woman had finally broken through the fortress Roland had built against the opposite sex over the years. Robert couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness. He was already imagining little Rolands running around the house pretty soon.

"You need to call Joseph now, wife, and ask him to book the soonest flight," he interrupted her endless chatter.

"Oh, that's right! I'll talk to you later," Rosa said, looking like she'd just remembered something important. She then waddled out of the office with the grace of an excited penguin.

Robert sat back, chuckling to himself. The thought of his son, who'd been more guarded than Fort Knox, finally falling for someone was the comedic highlight of his month. He could already see the headlines: "Ice King Melts – Family Gears Up for Wedding Bells!"