Chapter 119

With his hands on the steering wheel, Simon chuckled upon hearing that.

"That's precisely why I haven't bothered with a relationship—women are too much trouble."

"That's because you haven't met someone who captured your heart at first sight," Mercer uttered, staring at the dark mountain landscape outside the window.

"Mr. Garland, you seem a bit..." Simon hesitated.

"A bit what?" Mercer asked indifferently.

"A bit lovesick," Simon replied with a shake of his head and a smile.

Simon had been Mercer's assistant for years. Besides their superior-subordinate relationship, they had a good personal rapport, allowing them to speak more freely when alone.

Simon was adept at knowing when to be informal and when to be serious, which was why he had become Mercer's right-hand man.

A rare smile appeared on Mercer's stern face. "Are you mocking me, you punk?"

"I would never!" Simon quickly waved his hand in denial.

After some light-hearted banter, Mercer's mood seemed to improve significant