Shortly after Ariana received the PPT, she had an incoming call from Marge.

“Ariana, did you see the PPT I sent you? I put all the right picnic spots in there. Most of them are in the northern suburbs. I also added a children's amusement park as well as other places that were quite interesting because of their incredible landscape. These places are all suitable for couples and even for family picnics. But since you and your husband don't have kids yet, you can just skip this part when considering where to go. You can consider those sites once you guys have kids."

While listening to her, Ariana clicked on the children's amusement park slide on the PPT and began to study it intently, lost in thought.

Speaking of kids...

In the evening, Theodore had just finished attending the video conference and was enjoying a cup of coffee while listening to Horace's report on the work arrangements.

"There is a board meeting scheduled for nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Then lunch with Mr. Jensen at noon. He wants to discuss cooperation on the Studio City project. Then there's a dinner party at...”

Right then, Theodore's phone on the table vibrated twice. He checked it. It was a message from Ariana, "Are you free tomorrow?"

Theodore, who had been absent-minded, suddenly perked up in alertness and, without a moment's hesitation, replied, "I'm free. I don't have anything planned."

Horace saw this exchange and gaped at his reply, stunned. So he just wasted time reporting all the appointments they had lined up.

As an efficient and reliable professional assistant, Horace immediately understood Theodore's intentions and crossed off all the planned itineraries for tomorrow.

“We're planning to have a picnic tomorrow. Help us arrange a vehicle." Theodore looked at Horace with a small smile.

Horace could tell that he was truly excited.

Of course, Horace didn't want to lose his job. He only dared to complain in his heart.

“Okay. I'll..."

“Wait, no need." Before Horace could finish, Theodore changed his mind and added, “Ariana will be the one to arrange a car. I just need to show up."

There was a hint of smugness in his tone. Fortunately, Horace had a girlfriend, or else he would have been sick of Theodore showing off by now.

Although he wasn't too annoyed, he still couldn't bear the complacent look on Theodore' face.

The phone vibrated again. Ariana had sent another message, "Ask Horace to tag along. It'll be more convenient that way."

Only then did Theodore realize that he was still "disabled" in a wheelchair and needed Horace to come along to assist him. So he glanced at Horace, the constant third wheel, and reluctantly affirmed, "You're coming with me tomorrow."

Horace had been working for him for long enough to know the meaning behind the complaint in his eyes.