In the days to co, Zane had already started working, while Sophia was busy with Hugh Irving on matters related to the new studio.
The two of them basically only saw each other during dinner at night.
Sotis, when he ca ho from socializing, she was already asleep.
On the eighth day, it was officially ti to start work, and it was also the day Sylvia Coldwell moved into her new ho.
Sophia returned to her workstation early in the morning; she hadn’t written a resignation letter yet, nor had she considered taking over Spectra.
She let the matter cool for a few days, only telling Zane that she was considering it, though she ultimately wouldn’t agree to it.
She didn’t want to reject it outright at the start, as it would make Zane upset.
She wanted to have her own career, independent of anyone.
Just as she stepped into Spectra, she heard people in the departnt discussing the newly hired General Manager Lynn.
Leon Lynn, 30 years old, a returnee, top student from Kingswell University, tall and fit, a man who had chard quite a few young won in the departnt.
He distributed the start-of-the-year bonuses on behalf of the company.
He stayed in the design departnt for two minutes, said a few words briefly, and then left.
As he left, his gaze briefly swept over Sophia.
Sophia didn’t mind.
After work, she tidied herself up a bit and bought a bouquet from the florist before driving to Sylvia Coldwell’s apartnt.
As she walked out of the elevator, she heard laughter coming from apartnt 1801.
She smiled slightly, wondering if Zane had arrived; they hadn’t had a proper chat in a while these past two days.
"Sylvia, congratulations!" Sophia walked into the new house and handed the bouquet to Sylvia Coldwell.
Sylvia Coldwell smiled and reached out to take the flowers, looking obsequious, "Thank you, sister-in-law!"
Outside, she didn’t dare to call her sister-in-law, nor did she want to; now that she did, it was probably for the benefit of the two won beside her.
The two won she invited over smiled awkwardly, "Sister-in-law? These flowers are quite pretty..."
"I heard Sylvia’s Sterling is a CEO, I thought he would give sothing to bless the house." The skinny woman chid in, cautiously asking, "Didn’t Sterling give you any pocket money?"
Her tone carried a sting of disdain.
The apartnt still hadn’t seen many visitors, and Sophia had no intention of saying much to them, just smiling.
Sylvia Coldwell hurriedly pretended to diate, "Whatever is given is a matter of heart; this apartnt was even decorated with the help of sister-in-law!"
"Just this decoration..." The shorter woman sneered, making no further comnt.
"It’s a new Chinese style, all with the scent of wood; in the countryside, this would be top tier." The tall thin woman mocked.
Sophia could tell that while it might be top-tier in the countryside, in the big city, it wouldn’t catch their eye.
"I didn’t know what style Sylvia liked when I received the keys; I was told to take full responsibility. Coincidentally, I just got the keys when Sylvia had to go to the hospital. Zane took care of her for several days before she woke up," Sophia sat down on the sofa, talking to herself.
She continued, "I almost turned this place into a morial hall."
The three won’s faces turned pale.
Sophia looked around, noting the green forest natural wood style, a trendy design in recent years and one that most girls liked. Sylvia must have brought these two won over to stir trouble.
"Sister-in-law, you must be joking," Sylvia Coldwell’s expression changed.
Sophia quickly responded, "I’m not joking. You better cherish your life. This renovation cost tens of thousands; if sothing were to happen to you, my money would go to waste."
She twitched the corner of her mouth.
"Your money?" The short woman laughed, "If you hadn’t sat on the boss’s lap, how could you have gotten the chance to swipe Sylvia’s brother’s card?"
"Being able to sit on the boss’s lap is also a skill of mine. Your legs are so short, you probably won’t be able to cross them in this lifeti." Sophia picked up a grape from the table and ate it leisurely.
She was seething with anger.
"Those from the countryside are truly different; they have no aesthetic sense!" The tall, skinny woman made a face.
"Who said this style isn’t nice?" A clear female voice ca from outside the door.
Sophia recognized it; Zoe Walsh had arrived.
Their eyes fell on Zoe Walsh, who ca empty-handed.
"Aunt, you’re here!" Sylvia Coldwell greeted, imdiately linking arms with Zoe Walsh.
"You don’t like this style?" Zoe Walsh asked coldly.
Sylvia Coldwell pursed her lips, glancing at Sophia, who was nonchalantly eating grapes and looking at her anxiously.
She mocked, "It’s not that I don’t like it, but who still decorates in this style now? The whole place slls of wood, but it’s not sister-in-law’s fault..."
"If you don’t like it, tear it down and renovate it again!" Zane’s voice appeared from behind them.
He was in a full suit and tie, an overcoat draped over his arm, the white shirt and vest perfectly highlighting his strong chest muscles.
Sophia looked at him intently, having not had the chance to observe him so well in a while; he was still so domineering.
Her own man was truly handso.
Everyone shivered at the sound.
His tone was icy, giving off a strong sense of pressure.
Sylvia Coldwell was startled but quickly grew smug.
She smiled cheerfully at Zane, "Sterling still treats well! But since sister-in-law already did the decoration, let’s not make it hard for her; after all, she doesn’t know much about big cities."
Sophia popped another grape into her mouth and chuckled, "Heh."
Zoe Walsh withdrew her hand disdainfully, bypassed her, and sat next to Sophia.
Sophia smilingly placed a grape into Zoe’s mouth, "Calm down."
"Just as you said, always nitpicking!" Zoe Walsh murmured coldly, beside herself with anger.
Zane gave her a glance and walked over to Sophia, ignoring the two won beside her.
"You ntioned it all slls like wood, you don’t like it?" he asked.
Sylvia Coldwell and the two won sat on the sofa opposite, pursing their lips, "Of course, what sister-in-law chose is sothing I like, it’s just the sll. When friends co over later, I’m afraid it won’t be presentable, and won’t that embarrass you?"
The last sentence she said carefully, afraid of stepping on Zane’s landmine.
Zoe Walsh sneered, "Not presentable? Hmph! The house’s decorative style was chosen by , and your sister-in-law paid for it out of her own pocket. Forty thousand plus renovation and furniture, if you don’t like it, I’ll have it all torn down tomorrow and redone. I’ll move out all the furniture, and you can pay for your own decoration!"
Sylvia Coldwell and the three of them were dumbfounded!
The decoration style wasn’t Sophia’s choice?
The money ca from her?
Sophia had known this was a hot potato and that she couldn’t take it on directly, or it would lead to a heap of trouble.
So she specifically involved Zoe Walsh at the ti.
Sylvia Coldwell feared the Sterling Family wouldn’t appreciate her, and since that was the case, she decided to let the Sterling Family also get involved, making it a win-win situation.
"Aunt, I..." She wanted to explain sothing but couldn’t say anything.
"Forty thousand plus isn’t presentable? I wonder how much money is in Sylvia’s account?" Sophia said lightly.
There naturally wasn’t much money in Sylvia Coldwell’s account, and even if there was, it was given by those few n.
Up until now, she hadn’t started working yet, still hoping for Sophia to be ousted so she could ascend.
"Your sister-in-law has never spent a penny of mine; she paid voluntarily. Sylvia, I’ve paid off my debt to you." Zane hung his coat on the edge of the sofa, crossed his legs, and examined the interior of the apartnt.
Sophia’s aesthetic was quite good; Zane, at least, liked it very much.
"Sterling, I didn’t an it that way!" Sylvia Coldwell teared up, sobbing, trying to salvage sothing.
"Mr. Sterling, we were shortsighted and failed to see..." the tall, skinny woman hurried to cover up.
"Yes, in fact, this style is quite comfortable." The short woman, knowing Zane was difficult to talk to, quickly humbled herself.
Indeed, birds of a feather flock together.
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