Brianna blushed and said, "It won't happen again."

Scott put the paper down, and they ate quietly. There was something on Brianna's mind, and she finally plucked up the courage to ask. "Scott, I've been wondering if you can help me delete those photos and videos. I'm worried that if my mum sees..."

"You've done your shit, and now you want me to clean your a.s.s for you?" Scott said rudely.

"I..."

Scott threw an icy look at Brianna, and she went quiet. She took a look at the beautifully prepared food on the table but got no appetite for it anymore.

Scott didn't speak again till he finished eating, taking his time. "I've moved your mum to a new place, a garden, quiet and safe. She can recover there while looking after plants. She will get paid. The few gardeners that work there will take care of her. I've also sent two bodyguards to keep her safe. There's no internet or TV, but there's a big study with books and a piano as well as an art studio."

Brianna listened and gazed at Scott. She could picture her mum being happy and safe. Tears filled her eyes, and for a while, she didn't know what to say.

"Thank you, Scott." She muttered with gratitude. It's the kind of life that mum loves. She doesn't like the internet or TV anyway. It will be wonderful if she resumes her hobbies. And she gets paid for doing what she loves. Brianna thought gratefully, and she felt loved.

"Don't get too excited yet. If you ever displease me, your mum's life will change." Scott said indifferently and went out to the garden.

Brianna followed him out, and they waited for the driver to take them to the company.

Though Scott didn't appear to be caring at all, Brianna felt affection from him. In the past, Liam had promised her so many beautiful promises and sweet-talked her so often, yet he had not once done what he promised. In fact, she had been sacrificing a lot for him.

Scott was rather the opposite. He was dominating and possessive; he never painted any unrealistic dreams for Brianna, yet he was calm and thoughtful, and he did what he said he would do, and he did it the best he could.

Brianna understood that she was just a replacement for Sol, yet if she was honest with herself, she felt protected and even loved occasionally when she was with Scott.

For the first time, she had the thought of staying with him.

She took out the bank card from her bag and handed it to Scott. "Here. I shall return it to you. Now that my mum is being looked after, the best, and I won't need to worry about paying for her treatment anymore. I don't need you to pay me anymore."

Scott frowned and said, "Once I give someone a present, I don't ask for it back."

"But...but I don't need it…"

"Are you sure you don't need it anymore?"

"What do I need it for?"

"It's up to you, Brianna." Scott looked at her with disdain and said, "Think it over. I can't stand women who are dumb and have no self-respect."

Brianna pouted her lips and went quiet. Seated in the car, she looked out of the window thoughtfully. Why does he want me to have income now that he's sorted out everything? I don't need to spend money on anything now. Wait! Could it be, could it be for my own studio? A design studio?

It had always been Brianna's dream to be a designer and have her own studio, be it for jewelry design or interior design. Yet to make such a dream come true isn't easy. She needs clients and a lot of money to invest in. Also, since her father passed away and her mother got sick, she had to give up her dream.

She heaved a sigh as she thought sadly.

"Now you've got the answer?" Scott asked, hearing Brianna sigh.

Startled, Brianna stared at him. "How do you know what I'm thinking about?"

"Brianna, I didn't marry you just for the sake of your look. I don't hang out with anyone who doesn't even dare to dream." Scott said matter-of-factly.

Brianna gazed at Scott and thought about how her dream slowly faded as she compromised herself to help Liam. Her eyes shone, and her face lit up as she now saw hope again. "Are you going to help me?"

"Why should I help you?" Scott replied coldly.

"But you are suggesting that I should have income..."

"To have clients and build your reputation, you need to have good artwork. To have the money to invest, you need to earn it yourself. I'm only offering you the platform. Whether you can realize your dream or not, it's completely up to you."

To have support from The Anderson Corporation, simply by using its name, is possibly the best help one could get in starting a brand or a company. "What do I need to do in return?" Brianna asked gratefully.

Scott finally turned to look at Brianna. He lifted her chin up and said with a wink, "As long as you please me."

"I will." Brianna nodded.

"You'd better do."

"Haven't I?"

"Now tell me, why don't you ever wear the jewels I've bought for you? Don't you like them?" Scott asked, sounding annoyed.

"Of course I like them. But, err, they are too, err... too extravagant. Every item is a limited edition. People must think that I'm a spoiled woman who does nothing but spend your money. Even with the clothes and shoes, I wear now, I can tell that people are already judging me." Brianna explained timidly.

"Are you saying that it's my fault that you are being judged?" Scott said sternly.

"No, not at all. I just thought that it's better I wear something less eye-catching and avoid those unnecessary gossips."

"What are you suggesting then?"

"Just some usual brands like LV, Channel, and that. It doesn't have to be limited editions. It's rather awkward when I have to take a taxi, especially when I'm dressed so expensively. And the cars you have are too luxurious for me. Just a little Honda will do." Brianna said with a cheeky smile.