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Chapter 644 Top-notch!

Ernst became rich, so rich that it defied the Arlington family's expectations.

Whitney Farm thus came to an end as a family business passed down through generations of the Arlington family, bearing the dual mission of family continuity and wealth accumulation.

Previously, Whitney Farm's profits were mostly reinvested in production, such as acquiring nearby small farms or installing new machinery to improve production efficiency.

Now, the stables have been rebuilt, the family kennels have been renovated, the villa has been refurbished, and a number of separate temporary houses have been built for other members of the Arlington family to live in.

As night deepened, the members of the Arlington family all went back to their rooms to rest.

In Ernst's room, the light was soft. He had just come out of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe, with glistening water droplets still clinging to his wet hair.

Looking at Roger, who was wagging his tail and shaking his head, he glared at him with annoyance. "You're nowhere near as good as your two sons. You have no sense at all."

Whether the dog understood but pretended not to, or didn't understand at all, it turned around and came to Annie, obediently squatting on the carpet, looking adorable.

Anne picked up an apple from the table next to her and tossed it gently to the apple.

The apple traced a graceful arc in the air. Roger reacted quickly, leaping up and precisely slamming the apple to the ground. He then used his two front paws to hold it firmly, lowered his head, and began to gnaw on it with relish, making crisp chewing sounds.

"It's really smart."

Ernst rolled his eyes. "It's a dog. Does eating an apple make it smart?"

However, seeing her stick out her moist, bright red tongue and lick the lollipop, she exuded an indescribable allure.

Ernst's lips unconsciously curled into a meaningful, wicked smile. He slowly walked to her side, leaned down, and asked, "Is it good?"

"It's not bad." Annie nodded and reached for the lollipop. "It's not as sweet as the maple syrup from Boston, but I like it."

"Of course! Sugar maple can be grown in the northern United States and Canada, but not in California."

Maple syrup, the aristocrat of sugars, is also a national treasure of Canada.

A pound of maple syrup can be worth hundreds of dollars, and the upper class primarily uses this sugar as a source of sweetness.

But is that what I meant?

Ernst realized that he had almost been tricked by the other party.

"We have even better lollipops, less sweet, would you like to try some?" Ernst coaxed.

"Really?" Annie asked, her face lighting up. "Where?"

"Go take a shower."

With a single word, Anne's smile vanished instantly, a blush spreading rapidly across her cheeks and neck, and her eyes darted away, no longer daring to meet Ernst's gaze.

She lowered her head slightly, her hands nervously gripping the hem of her dress, and whispered, "Ernst, are we moving too fast?"

She didn't even know how they established their relationship; they just touched each other, kissed, and now they were going to...

"What are you thinking about? I mean, go take a shower first, and I'll go get you some delicious lollipops." Ernst deliberately put on a serious face, adopting a solemn expression, and his tone carried a hint of mocking seriousness.

"Those lollipops are amazing." There was a hint of slyness in his eyes.

"Really?" Annie was a little doubtful. It's just candy, what does it have to do with size?

"Of course, why would I need to lie to you?"

Anne looked at him with some skepticism, then at Roger on the ground, who had almost finished eating, and said, "It's staying tonight. I really like it."

"No problem," Ernst agreed readily, thinking to himself, "Since you like being watched, I don't mind at all."

Consider it practice beforehand, since other women will be watching anyway.

"You promise?" Annie was still a little uneasy.

"I swear," Ernst said, raising his right hand.

Seeing the affirmation in his eyes, Annie felt much relieved. A gentle smile returned to her face, and she nodded lightly, saying, "Then go and prepare."

Anne even felt a little warm-hearted when she saw Ernst leave.

She thought that the other person was afraid she would be too shy to take a shower and change clothes, so they used the excuse of making lollipops to sneak away.

And what about Ernst?

Right now, I'm in the study next door, leaning against the wall by the door, listening to the sound of the door closing.

He then took out the key to the room, glanced down at it, and said, "The lollipop is ready, but I want you to participate in the process of making it grow bigger so you'll feel more involved."

Three minutes later, as he gently opened the door, removed the gear he had just put on, and stepped into the steamy bathroom.

First came a loud scream, then I heard a sound like something was stuffing into my mouth.

Roger stood up warily and looked toward the bathroom.

However, remembering its little owner's warning look, it still chose to lie down.

When Ernst carried the limp Anne to the bed, her eyes met those of Roger, who was lying on the side of the bed, and her body trembled.

"Ernst, Rogge."

"Don't worry, I swear, it will stay here tonight."

"No... Waaah."

......

Ernst looked exhausted on New Year's Eve, while Anne's face was flushed.

On the first day of the new year, many Catholic families get up early to worship.

However, both of them slept until late morning, and only came out of the room after lunch was prepared.

John and Whitney didn't mind at all; on the contrary, they were overjoyed and wished they could bring lunch to their room.

John was thinking of having a child as soon as possible, so that the Kennedy family wouldn't change their minds.

Siweini, on the other hand, felt that Ernst was getting on in years and it was time for him to get married.

The Hollywood women she had met, though they seemed nice to her, she knew Ernst would never marry them.

At the other end of the long table, a group of women sat there, and Sisley was holding Anne's little hand and whispering to her.

John, seeing Ernst's weary expression, was furious.

"It doesn't resemble me at all."

Ernst rolled his eyes at him.

He was speechless. If it really was just a carefree night, he would accept it.

But he wasn't; he worked as a paramedic all night.

He had witnessed Anne's sensitivity before, but he still underestimated it.

This can't just be called sensitivity; he even suspects it's a disease.

Ernst spent the entire night on the phone and trying to save him.

As a result, it was as if they had taken a nap and woke up naturally in the morning.

He was so angry that he wanted to collect some interest.