Unemployed Family? Hidden Tycoons Dote On Her novel Chapter 604

"Are you looking to build a real career, or just explore some hobbies?" The goals were different, so the paths would be, too.

"Hmm..." Brielle thought it over. "I think I'll start with hobbies first. If I get good enough down the road and can turn it into something professional, that'd be ideal."

Watching the spark in Brielle's eyes, Arabella smiled. "You sound like you've had a breakthrough."

"Heh," Brielle let out a shy laugh. "Maybe the idea was always there—I was just too scared to go for it. Today, you and Matthew gave me that push."

It felt like she'd finally found the courage to try.

"When I make it, I'm taking you and Matthew out to a nice dinner to thank you," Brielle said cheerfully.

"I didn't go out of my way or anything," Arabella shook her head softly. "I just figured I'd treat you to this grill lunch, that's all."

But Brielle insisted, "You helped more than you know. Thank God I have you, or I'd still be lost."

Arabella's smile softened. "Well, everything's okay now. Come on, let's eat."

"Yeah, let's dig in!" Brielle picked up her fork and started enjoying her meal with gusto.

Seeing her eat so happily, Arabella's eyes warmed. "Slow down—be careful, it's hot!"

"Mhm," Brielle grinned between bites. "So good."

After a lively lunch, the two walked out of the restaurant.

"Arabella, once I figure out my plan, I'll tell you right away," Brielle said, her face sincere.

"Alright, I'll be waiting to hear your good news," Arabella replied.

Brielle lifted her chin playfully. "Then I'll go talk to Matthew again and see if he still brushes me off."

Arabella couldn't help but laugh. She really was persistent.

Once in the car, Arabella said, "You can text or call me anytime if you need anything."

"Okay, bye, Arabella." Brielle waved.

Arabella gave a slight nod, started the engine, and drove off.

Brielle got into her own car, and her mood did seem lighter.

"Take me home, please," Brielle told the driver.

"Yes, Ms. Miller," he replied, pulling out into the street.

Leaning back in the leather seat, Brielle wondered aloud, "What should I actually do?"

"Pardon, miss?" the driver asked.

"I mean, what should I try first?" she repeated.

The driver thought for a moment. "If you're not sure, maybe you could try a few different things. Sometimes you figure it out by doing."

"That makes sense," Brielle agreed, nodding. "I'll look into some options when I get home and maybe start tomorrow."

Then her tone turned serious. "Don't mention this to my dad yet, okay? Once I've got something going, I'll tell him myself. Maybe he won't be so upset then."

"Well..." The driver hesitated. "Wouldn't it be easier to follow your father's arrangements?"

"What's the rush?" Brielle said. "What if I actually pull it off?"

If it didn't work out, then they could talk. But she wasn't going to quit before she'd even started.

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