Hearing Lily Warren’s ultimate goal, Sophie Wilson chuckled, "So you’re saying, in the future, only Grace Wilson can go to the company, and she’ll manage it?"
"Grace’s ability is naturally stronger than yours; if it’s not handed to her, could it possibly be handed to you? Your dad isn’t stupid; how could he not know what’s best for the company?" Lily Warren said confidently.
Stephen’s company should, of course, be passed on to their daughter.
What is Sophie Wilson, this illegitimate child, really?
She would definitely not let Sophie Wilson take a penny of it!
"Mr. Wilson indeed isn’t stupid; it’s just... he’s not the one in charge," Sophie Wilson helplessly spread her hands and sighed lightly at Lily Warren.
"What do you mean he’s not in charge?" Lily Warren got anxious upon hearing this, then realized something, and found an excuse to harshly scold Sophie Wilson, "What did you just call your dad? Not even calling him dad, you called him Mr. Wilson?"
"Mom, look at this girl! It’s too much!" Lily Warren immediately pulled Cassandra Lee’s hand, finding an ally to jointly criticize Sophie Wilson.
"It’s rebellious! Absolutely rebellious!" Cassandra Lee slapped her own thighs fiercely, howling in anger.
Stephen Wilson was feigning ignorance nearby, while Grace Wilson was staring straight at Charles Seymour with eyes practically glowing.
This man is just too handsome!
Look at those clothes, whether it’s the cut or the fabric; they all scream one word—rich!
Sophie Wilson has clearly hooked up with a wealthy man.
"Sir, is it because of something Sophie said that you have a misunderstanding about our family?" Grace Wilson elegantly waltzed towards Charles Seymour.
"For a mere show of spite, swallowing a company whole truly isn’t worth it." Grace Wilson indeed had a sharp eye, realizing Charles Seymour was no ordinary person.
She presumed Sophie Wilson relied entirely on this imposing man for what she did.
Sacrificing herself to achieve despicable goals, Grace Wilson expressed her disdain for such shameful Sophie Wilson.
Lily Warren immediately grasped Grace Wilson’s insinuation, and began to scold, "Ah, now I understand why you’re so arrogant."
"Not even calling him dad anymore and wanting to take the whole company for yourself," Lily Warren gritted her teeth in anger, glancing at Charles Seymour, "Don’t let this little vixen deceive you. Today she can use you against our family, tomorrow she’ll use someone else against you!"
"Sir, this is truly our family matter. We’ll handle it ourselves, what do you think?" Grace Wilson flashed a serene and gentle smile, "If you don’t believe me, you can go to the company and check her reputation; then you’ll know who’s being deceitful."
"Sir, you... ah!" Grace Wilson suddenly stumbled and "accidentally" fell accurately into Charles Seymour’s arms.
"Ah..." Grace Wilson cried out bashfully, struggling to get up from Charles Seymour’s embrace, only, Charles Seymour’s body seemed magnetic, making it impossible for Grace Wilson to break free.
"Ouch... my foot hurts...," Grace Wilson looked at Charles Seymour with teary eyes, pitiful and apologetic, "Sir, I’m sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose."
It’s not just beauty; Sophie Wilson has it, she has it too.
If Sophie Wilson could entice this man, could she not make him fall for her as well?
Let’s see what Sophie Wilson can do once she’s lost her backing.
"Ahem..." A dry cough interrupted Grace Wilson’s pleasant daydream.
At some point, a few police officers had appeared at the doorway.
"Who called the police?" one of the officers asked.
"I did," Charles Seymour replied, as his incredibly calm gaze scanned with disdain over Grace Wilson’s face, "Someone harassed me."