She said quietly, “Stingy.”
“What if I pay? Will you be mine?”
The words, overheard by Joey, left him astounded.
Wesley had only just come to his senses not long before, and his health was still delicate.
Yet Sandra seemed eager to sleep with him.
Wesley knew that his physical condition wouldn’t allow it, so he refused.
But then Sandra was willing to offer.
Well, she’s rich.
But… she’d better wait!
Joey could only give a cautionary glance, silently implying that Wesley was still recovering.
Sandra, receiving no response, turned to look at Joey.
“Why are you still waiting? You’re not driving?”
Startled into awareness, Joey glanced at the sky.
“Well, I was thinking I might leave you some space.” Joey hoped Wesley could still breathe later.
Sandra said, “Not necessary, just drive me home.”
Joey got into the car, feeling Wesley’s displeasure.
He was essentially saving Wesley from that sex maniac!
Wesley should be grateful!
Sighing inwardly at the enigma of Wesley’s temperament, Joey wished he could serve Sandra instead.
Upon returning, Sandra retired to her room to rest.
Sleep eluded her as memories flooded back-her carefree days abroad.
Her battles then were unbridled. She even established her own domain.
As a result, many enemies were made.
The assailants from today, who intended to harm Rebecca, must have connections to those old adversaries abroad.
But if they ventured into Geniston, she would have been informed.
It was likely that foreign foes had struck a deal with domestic collaborators.
They were trying to use Rebecca as leverage to extract the antidote from her.
A cold, sardonic smile tugged at her lips.
They were after the antidote?
She decided it was time they tasted the dire consequences of their actions.
As the maid brought in the soup, she was startled, nearly dropping the tray upon seeing Sandra’s dreadful smile. She quickly set down the soup and immediately ran away. Soon after, Joey appeared and knocked on the door.
“Hailey wants to see you and Wesley immediately.”
Sandra rose to her feet.
She had been so engrossed in thoughts of her foes that she felt dizzy.
She massaged her temples.
“Why?”
Joey elaborated,
“It’s about the design department.”
Sandra was confused.
The design department couldn’t be doing better.
They had beaten Ben and secured contracts with two major state-owned enterprises.
Orders were flowing in without cessation.
It could be said that Wesley and she had revived the design department, turning it into a pivotal industry for the Cooper Group.
Was Hailey looking for trouble?
“Can you speak more clearly?”
Sandra held a particular disdain for the murky, underhanded schemes of the Cooper family.
She needed to understand the situation so she could defeat their conspiracy.
Joey continued,
“At the beginning, the design department released new drafts, which were then expedited by the garment department. There were no issues.”
“Then, the Cooper Group began to reach out to popular bloggers for advertising. Our samples were sent…”
Sandra grasped the crux immediately.
“The problem arose with the bloggers’ clothing?”
“Precisely.”
Offensive odors, loose threads, fractures, and various other quality issues.
The Cooper Group was determined to dominate the market and began negotiating with a slew of bloggers, which led to talk of a boycott over the clothing issues. Of course, the Cooper Group, flush with funds, could suppress the story-but who would pay the cost? No one in the family wanted to bear the loss, so they asked Sandra and Wesley to handle the negotiations.
Sandra listened as she walked toward the car. By the time she stepped inside, Joey had finished his briefing. She looked at Wesley and asked succinctly, “Should we take this opportunity to reclaim control of the garment department?”
Whether it was the technical, design, or garment department, they were all minor factions within the Cooper Group. Even if Wesley took them over, Debra would not feel overly threatened-they belonged to Wesley. There was no reason to give them up simply because they weren’t highly profitable.
Wesley closed his eyes for a moment, then nodded. “All right. Just follow my lead.”
Sandra smiled, a playful glint in her eyes. “You’ll still cooperate with me, won’t you?”
Wesley turned to her slowly. “Of course.” His voice was solemn.
Joey, watching them, muttered under his breath, “Could you stop showing your affection in front of me? It’s hard to survive in your shadow.”
The Cooper Mansion.
Victor, wheelchair-bound, insisted on attending the family meeting.
Almost all the members were present.
“She has no respect for her elders.”
“Indeed, we’ve all been waiting for her.”
“How could she act like that even in front of Hailey?”
“Sandra lacks any sense of decorum.”
The sound of high heels clicking sharply interrupted them.
Sandra, donning black attire, approached leisurely.
A gentle breeze wafted through the courtyard.
Her gown fluttered, breathtakingly stunning.
Many men found themselves entranced, only to face their own wives’ wrathful glances.
Suddenly, Sandra smiled.
“A meeting at such a late hour? Did I do something wrong?”
The crowd was taken aback, realizing the matter wasn’t relevant to her at all.
She and Wesley had been forcibly summoned.
Sandra continued,
“If you think I’m rude, are you not rude when speaking ill of me?”
Maria Cooper, Wesley’s second aunt, interjected.
“We’re all family, and we should be kind to each other. Now that everyone is here, shall we commence the discussion?”
“As you’re aware, it’s about the garment department.
“In the earlier years, our family flourished through the garment industry. With a problem emerging now, we should unite to resolve it.”
Sandra inquired, “What’s my share?”
Maria replied,
“How much you inherit depends on Victor’s will.”
Clearly, the topic had diverged from the original agenda.
Sandra narrowed her eyes at Maria, cleverly diverting the disturbance and escalating the issue to inheritance.
“Forget it. Such shares do not interest me.”
Maria, surprised, asked, “Why?”
Hailey also stared at her incredulously.
Sandra had flaunted her greed upon entry, yet now she voluntarily renounced her holdings?
Debra glanced at Sandra and said,
“Even if you’re not interested, you will have your shares.”
It meant Sandra couldn’t exempt herself from today’s settlement.
Sandra replied,
“I couldn’t have my shares now because you think I’d be ruining the company’s reputation?”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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