Henry Roland sighed deeply and turned to Victor Roland.

"Big brother, this orchard was originally left by Jenna's parents. You've made enough profit managing it all these years. It's time to return it to its rightful owner."

Jiang Huajun nodded in agreement.

"Second brother is right. We can't keep something that doesn't belong to us in good conscience."

Victor's eyes widened in shock.

He had clearly bribed each of them with five hundred dollars to keep quiet. Yet here they were, betraying him without hesitation.

Not only was the orchard slipping through his fingers, but his money had gone to waste too. Furious, Victor stomped his feet and started hurling insults at them.

His brothers, who had previously sided with him, immediately fired back.

Outnumbered three to one, Victor quickly lost the argument.

Before leaving, he shot Jenna a venomous glare.

"Just you wait!"

Jiang Huajun's eyes flickered with guilt.

"We've wronged you and your brother all these years. We don't expect forgiveness, but we hope we won't be enemies when we meet again."

Jenna remained expressionless.

Did they really think a simple apology could erase years of deep-seated pain?

"Please leave."

Seeing her cold dismissal, Henry Roland and the others left awkwardly.

"The food is still warm," Jenna said to Vincent Roland and the others. "Please help yourselves."

"Thank you," Vincent replied, motioning for his companions to start eating.

Jenna walked to the edge of the orchard, studying the flimsy wire fence.

This kind of barrier wouldn't stop anyone determined to cause trouble.

She turned abruptly.

"Mr. Roland, what if we electrify the fence?"

Vincent swallowed his food and nodded approvingly.

"Excellent idea."

Jenna smiled faintly.

"I'll go check the hardware market. Enjoy your meal."

Once she was out of earshot, Vincent couldn't help but praise her.

"Miss Roland's cooking is exceptional."

"Way better than my mom's," Zachary Macmillan mumbled through a mouthful of rice.

Quentin Blanchet sighed.

"Mr. Roscente is truly fortunate."

Yves Deross grinned.

"I wouldn't mind working here permanently."

Vincent gave him a sidelong glance.

"That's up to Mr. Roscente."

"Given how much he values Miss Roland, he'll definitely let us stay," Yves said confidently.

Just then, Quentin dumped his leftover rice into the potato stir-fry plate.

"Are you insane?" Yves glared.

Zachary cursed.

"I wasn't done eating!"

Quentin grinned shamelessly.

"Should've eaten faster then."