When she spoke of her own sister, Rainny White’s face was full of sorrow. She put down her chopsticks, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
She looked down and stirred the cordyceps flower chicken soup in her bowl. A few bright red goji berries floated on the golden surface, swaying gently with her movements.
"My family was too poor, and my dad wanted a son. So, my eldest sister was sold right after she was born."
Rainny White raised her head, her eyes under the light looked like obsidian soaked in water, "For so many years, there’s been no news at all."
The chatter in the private room abruptly stopped.
Sophie Parker paused her wine glass at her lips. Through the crystal-clear wall of the glass, she saw the tiny tears clinging to Rainny White’s lowered eyelashes.
Sophie Parker’s fingers unconsciously rubbed the wine glass, the cold sensation pulling her slightly back to her senses.
She stared at Rainny White’s pitiable face—the slightly trembling pink lips, the nose tinged with a faint red, making anyone feel pity just by looking.
Sophie Parker sneered inwardly, yet displayed a gentle smile on her face, "Rainny, if your sister knew you’re doing so well, she’d surely be happy for you."
She reached out to clasp Rainny White’s hand, not expecting that Evan Palmer had already considerately handed over a wet wipe.
Rainny White’s face was full of gratitude.
"Why did Sister Sophie Parker suddenly ask about this?" Rainny White looked up timidly, her gaze as pure as an innocent child.
Sophie Parker’s red lips curved into a perfect arc, "I was just thinking, if you could find your relatives, there’d be someone to look after you during your pregnancy."
As she spoke, she observed every minute expression on Rainny White’s face, yet could find no trace of lying.
She gritted her teeth inwardly, that "Rainny White" who had kicked her in the knee in the restroom, with eyes fierce as if poisoned, was like a completely different person from the little white rabbit before her.
"Come on, today is a good day!" Evan Palmer suddenly stood up, raising his glass, "Let’s all have a toast! Celebrate the union of our families’ children."
Adam Willow downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, yet found it tasteless.
What he hated most before was his father’s methods, but he never imagined one day he’d be the same as his father...
At the end of the banquet, in the corner of the corridor, Father Parker pulled Sophie Parker to the pillar’s side, the column isolating most of the clamor.
"Little Sophie, are you sure the information is reliable?" He lowered his voice, his fingers unconsciously loosening his tie, "Is Carlos really not dead? Can Adam Willow truly be exonerated?"
Sophie Parker glanced at Evan Palmer and Adam Willow, who were conversing not far away.
"Dad, don’t worry." Sophie Parker nodded, "The speaker is old. He knows I’m his daughter, and Adam is his son-in-law. How could he let anything happen to his son-in-law?"
Sophie Parker carefully recalled the scene in her dreams; she remembered that in a few years, the speaker’s only heir was Charles Smith, but what if he had a son-in-law?
No matter how magnificent the wife of the richest man is, she’s not as prestigious as the speaker’s wife... Sophie Parker’s ambition swelled infinitely at that moment. For more chapters visıt 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦•𝘯𝘦𝘵
Late at night, in Charles Smith’s apartment, outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city’s lights twinkled like a sea of stars. Charles stood in front of the window, the blue light of his phone screen casting on his chiseled face.
"Are you sure our transaction records have been entirely erased?" His voice was light but carried an undeniable strength.
A soft laugh came from the other end of the phone, lazy but with a hint of danger, "Don’t worry, our hackers are very skilled."
Charles Smith turned around, his gaze falling on a city map on the wall. His finger traced over a section circled in red pen—the exact location of Carter Automotive’s new zone.
"As for Carlos..." He paused, his Adam’s apple moving slightly, "We can leave him alive, but he must be kept under control."
"Of course." The woman’s voice carried a seductive tone, "As long as you cooperate, the next speaker’s position..."
The call ended, Charles Smith took off his glasses and rubbed his brow. The desk lamp cast a small, warm yellow glow, reflecting the ambition in his eyes.
Three days later, at the International Convention Center, Emily Parker stood at the center of the stage, dressed in a white high-necked suit. Though her pregnancy bump was already obvious, her every move exuded a calm presence.
"Thank you all, media friends, for coming." Her voice spread through the venue via the sound system, "Today, Carter Automotive will present to everyone the ’Future’ series of new energy vehicles."
In the VIP seats below the stage, Faye Manor nervously rubbed his hands, creasing the cuffs of his brand-new suit.
Mrs. Carter sat gracefully, her pearl necklace accentuating her elegance, only her slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed her inner excitement.
After Carlos’ incident, the people’s hearts were shaken. Emily Parker showing up at this car launch was like a strong dose of adrenaline, calming everyone amid the chaos.
In the speaker’s office, Uncle Mason was watching the live broadcast through a large screen.
The Yixing teapot in his hand halted mid-air, the steam still slightly rising from the tea.
"That girl did not disappoint me." Uncle Mason nodded with satisfaction. He had seen Emily Parker’s heartbroken appearance after losing her lover. She finally bounced back, standing up once more.
During this time, he hadn’t gone to the small clinic just because he knew, after that day’s events, it would be difficult for the two to return to the ordinary patient-doctor relationship. Yet even so, he still subconsciously followed Emily Parker’s every move, even secretly sending his bodyguards to protect her.
Uncle Mason didn’t even know why he did this until today, seeing the Emily Parker in front of the media cameras, he felt a bit absent-minded, as if seeing a woman from over twenty years ago standing so spirited in front of him.
Uncle Mason couldn’t help but smile bitterly, clearly, Sophie was his daughter, but why did he feel Emily was more like...
Just as Emily Parker was about to press the start button—
The venue’s main door swung open fiercely, a tall figure standing against the light.
The room fell into instant silence.
He wore a perfectly tailored black suit, his face much thinner than before his disappearance, the jawline more pronounced.
Sunlight streamed in from behind him, gilding him with a golden outline.
The remote control slipped from Emily Parker’s hand with a clatter. Her eyes instantly moistened, and she instinctively took a step forward.
At that moment, Carlos steadily walked up to the stage, the muffled sound of his leather shoes on the carpet. When he took the microphone, the platinum cufflinks at his sleeves gleamed coldly.
"Here, I announce an important decision—" His gaze swept across the room, finally landing on Emily Parker’s shocked face, "Carter Automotive will merge with Imperial Motors."
Reporters frantically clicked their shutters, the flashes forming a blinding white sea.
Emily Parker stood frozen, feeling the blood in her veins solidify. This decision, Carlos had never discussed it with her!
And in front of the live broadcast, the corner of Charles Smith’s lips curled into a meaningful smile, his lenses reflecting a cold light.