Ten o’clock at night. In the Hatchet Gang’s base camp.

Harvey was casually making himself some tea in the garden.

A slender figure could be seen walking from afar not long after.

“Your wife won’t get jealous of me for this, right, Sir York?” Rachel said with a smile before taking a seat in front of Harvey.

She was wearing a gown made of silk. Together with her wavy hair, her exquisite feminine look was quite apparent.

Harvey admired her beauty before flashing her a warm smile.

“Are you going to tell me that I’ll anger Mandy just by drinking tea and watching the moon with you?”

Rachel smiled back.

“Of course. I’m different from the others. I only care about you, after all…”

Harvey chuckled. He didn’t think Rachel would crack jokes like this, especially considering her serious demeanor.

He poured a cup of tea for Rachel before changing the subject.

“Alright. Enough jokes.”

“Let’s talk business.”

“Let Mandy take care of the company starting tomorrow.”

“You deal with Longmen’