The balcony door wasn’t fully closed, and Stephen Wilson could faintly hear Emerie Wilson’s complaints: "Why did you meet him? He’s just a fraud."
"Don’t worry, I’ll handle it," Benjamin Walton laughed as he soothed Emerie Wilson, "Don’t you trust me?"
The two gradually walked away. Stephen Wilson leaned against the balcony, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and a peculiar smile appeared on his lips.
He hadn’t finished his cigarette when his phone suddenly rang. Upon seeing the caller ID name, Stephen Wilson frowned irritably and picked it up.
The moment the call connected, Lily Warren’s nagging voice came through: "Stephen, where are you? I can’t find you anywhere."
"You’re looking for me? You’re here too?" Stephen Wilson abruptly stood up straight, asking incredulously.
"Of course I came to the party. I should chat with the wives of other company bosses to help you." Lily Warren’s words made Stephen Wilson impatiently frown, "Fine, wait for me at the entrance, I’ll come get you."
Stephen Wilson extinguished the cigarette on the nearby counter and quickly went downstairs to find Lily Warren.
He was secretly relieved that he had already finished his business.
"Why did you come here?" Stephen Wilson asked discontentedly.
"I’m here to help you make more connections and find opportunities," Lily Warren said, sounding aggrieved, though she’d never admit it was because she was worried Stephen was meeting other women behind her back.
"Alright then, go ahead," Stephen Wilson said, after which Lily Warren immediately went to find her old friends.
Stephen Wilson’s friends naturally knew about his family’s troubles, and when Lily Warren talked to her friends, they were united in their indignation.
"What’s your daughter thinking? That’s too ruthless."
"For money, she abandoned her family, really heartless."
While they were together condemning and cursing, they didn’t notice a lady had quietly left.
"Stephen Wilson and his wife have arrived," Mrs. Payten walked over to President Payten and whispered.
"Stay away from them." President Payten whispered his instructions, as he had been cooperating well with Sophie Wilson.
After Sophie Wilson took over Stephen Wilson’s company, the quality of the renovation was impeccable. He watched as the company under Sophie’s hands kept getting contracts.
He didn’t believe that someone so stringent about quality would be so greedy over money as to squeeze her own family.
In the business world, he’s seen it all, and President Payten was skeptical about the claims regarding Stephen Wilson’s couple.
Needless to say, Lily Warren’s social skills were strong, or maybe it was that people loved listening to gossip, as it didn’t take long for most of the party to be condemning Sophie Wilson’s cold-bloodedness.
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"That person in charge is Sophie Wilson, right? Why haven’t we seen her?"
"She must feel guilty and dared not attend."
"Let her come; once she’s here, I want to ask her, does she really have no conscience!" Lily Warren cursed through gritted teeth.
Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out in the crowd. Lily Warren looked curiously over, seeing many people looking toward the entrance, and she craned her neck to see, wondering what they were looking at?
Has some bigwig arrived?
If a bigwig has arrived, she would go over to chat, maybe their family could rise again, and she could return to her good old life.