"So, Little Hope, you should understand not to go against the Williams Family. Just obediently listen to Grandpa and return to the Williams’, and there won’t be so much trouble," Ted Williams said, hands in his pockets, standing in front of Hope Williams.
He didn’t want things to come to such a head, but Old Master Williams had given a strict command this time.
Hope must go back with him.
Hope glanced at Joseph Sanders.
Joseph’s face was somber, "Sister-in-law, I will protect you, don’t be afraid of him."
Hope looked at Joseph and gave a faint smile, "Thank you, but I’m afraid I can’t avoid going back today."
Hope took out her phone from her bag, glanced at the screen, and her gaze landed on the latest message.
Ted reminded her, "Don’t even think about sending a message to Waylon Lewis. Faraway waters can’t put out a nearby fire. Besides, all the people outside are from Old Master Williams, and he has also arranged people at the airport."
Hope glanced at the time displayed, put her phone back in her bag, and spoke flatly, "I’m hungry, I haven’t eaten breakfast yet."
Ted was taken aback by those words.
Joseph’s mouth twitched too, thinking that Hope wanted to send a message for help.
But instead, she calmly threw out, "I’m hungry, I haven’t eaten breakfast."
Sister-in-law, thinking about food at this time?
Ted recovered and said, "Eat back at the Williams’ place."
"No, it’s too far. I’ll be hungry, and my husband will be worried."
With that, Hope walked towards the hotel restaurant.
Ted was speechless but did not stop her, just silently followed, "You should know, delaying won’t help."
Hope leisurely sipped her porridge and looked up at Ted, "Who said I’m delaying? I’m telling the truth. I’m hungry, my husband will be worried. Otherwise, go ask my husband if I’m telling the truth."
He really didn’t know what this woman was up to; it was completely beyond his comprehension.
Hope tore a piece of bread to eat, asking nonchalantly, "I’m very curious why you are in such a hurry for me to return."
"You’ll know when you get back."
Hope nodded faintly, "So, it seems I can’t be told, afraid that I’ll run away. Tch, this means I definitely won’t agree to whatever it is, and you know it too, which is why you dare not say."
Hope shook her head, smiling, and continued to eat her porridge unhurriedly.
Ted looked at the woman in front of him, leaning back in the chair, "You really are clever."
"Even though I can’t be sure of your goal right now, I still advise you not to waste your efforts."
Hope gave a secretive smile, "Because my husband is very capable."
He was about to explode with frustration.
Every sentence was about her husband.
"Waylon Lewis may be capable, but this is city A, not Emperor Capital. Are you sure his influence in city A can contend with the Williams Family?"
Hope pursed her lips and smiled dismissively, "Fine, the Williams Family is the most powerful, okay."
Ted prided himself on being smart too, but he couldn’t read Hope at all. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Finished eating?"
"Are the two beads beneath your eyebrows for decoration?"
Hope took the last spoonful of porridge into her mouth, wiped the corner of her lips with a napkin, stood up, and said, "Let’s go."
Hope followed Ted out of the lobby, glancing at the people there, "Better tell your people to clear out, acting like the Mafia and hindering business."
Ted opened the door of the black car parked nearby, "Consider your situation."
Hope got into the car, pursed her lips and stayed silent, even closing her eyes in the backseat, not showing any signs of worry.
Ted turned to look at her, his narrow eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses squinting, full of confusion, "Knowing that you will disagree in the end and that we will force you to agree, why aren’t you afraid?"
"Is being afraid useful? If I’m scared, will you let me go?" Hope’s eyes and brows moved slightly, her lips curved in a cold, mocking sneer.
She really found it laughable.
Both he and Elder Williams were the same, not even bothering to pretend anymore, as if they wished they could write their intentions across their faces.
Hope leaned her head to the side, her other hand casually resting beside her, slender fingers lightly tapping in rhythm.
Just now when she checked the time, she saw that Waylon had made a call to her, which she missed, and then he sent her a message, asking her to wait for him, to be careful of the Williams Family.
So, Hope was indeed delaying, waiting for Waylon to have enough time to come.
"Don’t worry, after all, you are Old Master Williams’ granddaughter. Old Master Williams feels guilty about something that happened years ago and won’t hurt you as long as you cooperate," Ted reassured her.
Hope remained silent.
Not getting hurt if she cooperates means getting hurt if she doesn’t, then.
What else could she say? She could only close her eyes to conserve energy and watch the developments calmly.