"Punish Erica? No, that's not what I want.

I want Rika to forgive me on her own or else what would be the point?'

Matthew thought to himself.

Joshua poured himself a glass of whisky and took a few sips before saying, “Sheffield is right. The time and place are important factors that you must consider in these cases. My advice is to put your dignity aside and throw a durian and a keyboard on the floor in the Living room in front of everyone and let Rika make the decision when Wesley and his family come to Alorith to celebrate the New Year."

Sheffield knew what was on Joshua's mind so he decided to play along.

He continued, "That's when we'll all persuade Rika together. She's definitely not going to turn down a room full of people, right?"

“Rika is not that unreasonable. She will definitely save your face. So this matter can be over!" said Joshua.

Raising an eyebrow at Joshua, Matthew asked, "Do you have any idea who

Rika is?"

“What?" Joshua was confused.

Matthew flicked the cigarette between his two fingers and said, "When my wife gets angry, she won't even think twice about making me kneel on a keyboard at the entrance of the company!"

Joshua was rendered speechless, eyes widened with shock. Matthew was right. After all, Erica was not an ordinary girl.

Sheffield thought for a while and said, “Matthew, then you should be praying for yourself, my friend. I think it's time to accept that there's not going to be an easy way out of this

Gifford looked at the men in the room in disbelief.

"Hold on! Aren't you guys blowing this out of proportion? Erica is not like that at all.

Let me tell you something, Matthew. Don't listen to Sheffield. Just because he always ends up kneeling on the keyboard, he wants you suffer the same experience. He is not helping you at all."

“Hey, hey, Gifford, you better watch what you're saying?" Sheffield stared at the man discontentedly.

Ignoring him, Gifford continued, “In my opinion, if Erica gets too stubborn, just tell my dad. I promise my father will subdue her with one move, and if he can't, he'll definitely do it in two moves. Anyway,

Dad will find a way to make her forgive you."

Matthew took another drag from his cigarette, as he let their suggestions pass from one ear and out through the other.

"Thanks guys, but I don't think any of those suggestions are going to be helpful.”

“Do you have a better way?"

“Yes.”

“What? Tell us."

Matthew suddenly revealed a mysterious smirk, which was out of character from his usual nature.