Jenna Roland carried a woven basket into the bustling farmers' market, expertly selecting fresh ingredients.

As she picked vegetables, she texted Ethan Roscente: "Coming home for lunch?"

His reply came quickly: "Client meeting. Eat without me."

A faint smile curved her lips as she read the message. She bought just enough for herself and smoothly checked out.

The aroma of cooking soon filled her kitchen. Four dishes and a soup were arranged on the dining table. Jenna savored her meal unhurriedly.

She pulled out newly purchased plastic containers, efficiently portioning the leftovers. These disposable utensils were specifically bought for meal deliveries.

"Sis, business was crazy today!" Milo Roland accepted the thermal lunchbox, face glowing with pride.

Jenna arched an eyebrow. "How much?"

"Over six hundred!" He flashed a thumbs-up. "Impressive, right?"

"Not bad." She pinched his cheek affectionately. "Eat up. I need to make a delivery."

Milo leaned in curiously. "Taking lunch to Ethan?"

"No." She shook her head. "The new security guards at the orchard. I promised them meals."

Grabbing the takeout bags, she turned to leave. Milo's voice followed her: "Be careful out there!"

Her car had just left the city limits when Vincent Roland called: "Miss Jenna, Victor Roland brought people here."

Her eyes turned icy. "Just as expected."

She pressed the accelerator, the vehicle speeding down the country road. In the distance, two groups faced off on the hillside.

Vincent gripped something in his hand that made the opposing group hesitate.

"Victor Roland!" Jenna strode forward, voice frosty. "This orchard belongs to me now. Dare to cause trouble again?"

Victor's face darkened with rage. Since losing the orchard to Ethan's schemes, sleepless nights had left him gaunt and haggard.

He hadn't wanted to come today, but the memory of being outmaneuvered ignited his fury, compelling him to drag relatives along for confrontation.