Stephen Wilson glanced at the ignorant Lily Warren, who was cluelessly shouting, and said irritably, "The contract was signed by Sophie with President Payten; he only recognizes her!"
What’s so special about her?
Lily Warren muttered to herself and then, with a commanding presence, ordered, "Sophie Wilson, call President Payten and tell him you’re stepping down, letting your sister take over the cooperation."
"Make it clear to President Payten that your abilities are less than your sister’s; he will definitely agree."
Lily Warren’s words elicited a mocking laugh from Sophie Wilson: "Do you think President Payten is a fool?"
"What deals Grace Wilson negotiated and what I negotiated—do you think President Payten can’t see the difference?" Sophie scoffed, "If you treat President Payten like a fool, this cooperation might just be a one-time deal."
"A one-time deal? I think you’re just..."
"Let Sophie handle this project," Stephen Wilson interrupted Lily Warren, "Grace still has her hotel project to manage, and it’s not good to leave it unattended."
Lily Warren looked at Stephen Wilson in shock; he was actually speaking up for Sophie Wilson?
Is she truly the favored daughter?
Stephen Wilson is so biased towards Sophie!
Lily Warren was nearly exploding with anger, glaring fiercely at Sophie Wilson, the culprit.
Sophie Wilson, however, saw things differently than Lily Warren did; she knew Stephen Wilson didn’t change his mind because of her but because he wanted to continue cooperating with President Payten and keep earning money by making President Payten a long-term partner.
In everything Stephen does, it always starts with interest.
Even though she suspected Stephen Wilson might not be her father, she treated them as family all these years.
Thinking of her past life, a certain someone was afraid she’d be disappointed in her relatives, so they used captivity to cut off her access to the truth.
Even after he passed away, he made all the arrangements so she could never find Stephen Wilson’s family again, sparing her from being hurt by them.
Thinking of a certain silly person, Sophie Wilson’s heart, pierced with a deep chill, gradually warmed up.
A surge of desire rose in her heart, prompting Sophie Wilson to pick up her phone without thinking and send out three words.
Not far from the Wilson Clan villa, a luxury sedan was parked.
Even the homeowners in this villa district couldn’t help but cast envious and excited glances at such a car.
This car is even more expensive than the townhouses here!
One homeowner wanted to get closer to take a better look, but through the sedan’s windshield, they saw the stern-looking driver inside.
The slight bulge of muscle under his clothes and the intimidating presence... made the curious homeowner stop and abandon the thought of approaching.
Living in the villa district, few people lack perceptiveness.
As for the driver, sitting inside, his muscles were tense, ready to take action at any moment.
It’s not that the villa district isn’t safe, but the atmosphere inside the car was too dangerous.
The gentleman sitting in the back is usually cold, and as time passes—no, it should be said, as Miss Wilson entered the Wilson Clan, his aura grew increasingly terrifying.
The surrounding oppressive storm gradually intensified, causing his instincts to be entirely uncontrollable and putting him into a battle-ready state; he didn’t know how much longer he could hold on without abandoning the car and fleeing.
Suddenly, a text message beeped, and through the internal rear-view mirror, the driver saw Charles Seymour’s slender fingers tap his phone, and then... he smiled.