Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 54: Who Is the Pawn

Hailey Smith was incredibly skilled, the security couldn’t stop her at all.

Alia Wright casually walked into the eting room.

Because her vision was still a bit blurry, she elegantly found the nearest seat and sat down, like a host who was late, exuding an aura centered around her.

Hamilton breathed a sigh of relief, she finally arrived.

He quietly looked at Alia, always feeling that every ti he saw this woman, he could see a different side of her.

Wild, delicate, full of presence, but without exception, always incredibly beautiful.

Hamilton stared too intently, and Fiona Morgan gave him a strange look.

Hamilton suddenly rembered the big shot from Imperial Garden, and quickly withdrew his gaze, not daring to keep staring at Alia.

The contract signing was interrupted, and Oliver Wright frowned imdiately: "Alia, what are you doing here?"

Alia lazily leaned against the chair, her gaze not clear, like soone nearsighted. Those charming eyes beca more and more hazy: "I know Miss Morgan is missing a design drawing, so I specially brought it over."

Oliver Wright didn’t think much of it, believing Alia might be trying to please him after being harshly criticized online, hoping he’d step up to clarify for her.

In fact, he had already clarified to suppress the trending searches, but online people insisted that his clarifications were forced.

Seeing Alia’s eagerness now, Oliver Wright didn’t explain further, treating Alia as a pawn to be fully utilized.

With this in mind, Oliver Wright waved the security to stand down.

Alia seed oblivious to Oliver Wright’s sches, taking out a design drawing she had already prepared and handing it to Fiona Morgan.

Fiona Morgan took the design drawing, but her gaze rested on Alia’s face, thinking that with such a face, she would beco an overnight sensation in the entertainnt industry just by sitting lazily in front of the cara.

Fiona Morgan shifted her gaze from Alia’s face to the design, her eyes lighting up instantly.

She couldn’t help but exclaim: "It’s beautiful. How co Mr. Wright didn’t unveil such a beautiful design earlier?"

Oliver Wright wore a smile of complete control.

But Alia quietly said, "Miss Morgan misunderstood, I’m not here on behalf of Mr. Wright."

Oliver Wright’s expression changed.

Hearing this, Fiona Morgan sowhat reluctantly put down the design, shaking her head: "Oh, in that case, I’m sorry, I’ve already made arrangents with Mr. Wright and won’t look for another partner."

Oliver Wright breathed a sigh of relief and quickly called out, "Security, escort them out."

No matter what Alia was really doing here, she couldn’t interfere with the signing.

Alia suddenly laughed, her eyes shimring captivatingly: "Wait, Miss Morgan, you’re collaborating with Wright Corporation, not Oliver Wright. Coincidentally, I also own 30% of Wright Corporation’s shares."

Oliver Wright abruptly stood up, glaring at Alia.

Alia acted as if she didn’t see Oliver Wright’s gaze, the corners of her eyes slightly upturned, both delicate and arrogant.

"The Wright family auctioned off 30% of their shares just for a pink diamond. Miss Morgan, are you sure you want to entrust such an important set of jewelry to them? If capabilities are lacking... it would truly be a joke."

Oliver Wright slamd the table angrily, "Alia! What are you trying to do?"

Alia remained unperturbed: "Negotiating business, can’t Mr. Wright see that?"

Fiona Morgan was indeed taken aback. The Wright family always presented themselves as very capable to her; if they auctioned shares just for a main gemstone, then they couldn’t possibly handle her order!

Fiona Morgan took a deep breath and asked, "Mr. Wright, did Wright Corporation really sell 30% of their shares?"

Oliver Wright wanted to explain, "That’s... that’s..."

Alia smiled radiantly, what was it? A hollowed-out company?

Was he waiting for this order from Fiona Morgan to launch a new brand?

But if this order doesn’t go through, Oliver Wright is stuck with the Wright family! He would have to keep the emptied company running!

At this point, what can Oliver Wright explain?

The fact was Alia had shares of the Wright family.

Seeing Oliver Wright this way, Fiona Morgan’s expression gradually cooled. She had almost been deceived.

The aura of a movie queen erged, and she coldly said: "Mr. Wright, I’m sorry, there are elents of deception in the strength you promised , our collaboration is over."

Oliver Wright realized that Alia had been plotting against him.

But at the mont, he had no ti to argue with Alia.

He quickly addressed Fiona Morgan: "Wait, Miss Morgan, please reconsider. I can guarantee the project will have no delays, and I’ve already secured the main gemstone. In a short ti, you won’t find a better main gemstone than my pink diamond!"

Fiona Morgan hesitated slightly.

At this mont, Alia casually took out a delicate wooden box and opened it: "Gemstone? Do you an this?"

It was a sapphire, pure blue, deep and noble, dazzling in its brilliance.

At a glance, it was clear this was a gemstone no less valuable than a pink diamond.

Alia calmly said: "Miss Morgan has a dignified and noble deanor, a pink diamond is too delicate for her. This sapphire perfectly complents Miss Morgan’s queen-like aura. What do you think, Miss Morgan?"

Fiona Morgan didn’t speak, but her unwavering gaze on the sapphire said it all.

Alia had a better gemstone, a more beautiful design, and shares in the Wright family.

The outco was already clear.

Fiona Morgan stood up, extended her hand to Alia: "Looking forward to a pleasant collaboration."

Alia stood up as well, gracefully shaking hands with Fiona Morgan.

Witnessing this, Oliver Wright slumped into his chair.

How did it co to this?

After playing the business ga for decades, he never expected to be outmaneuvered by an adopted daughter he had never taken seriously.

Using 30% of the Wright family shares to trade for a pink diamond!

What good was a pink diamond to him! Even if sold at a low price, he couldn’t buy back the shares from Alia!

When did Alia start plotting this?

It was as if she had gradually pushed him into the ga board.

Making him a piece on the board facing a losing end.

Alia curled her lips into a smile, Oliver Wright, did you think this was over? Ha, this is just the beginning.

After the business was concluded, Alia prepared to leave calmly.

Hailey Smith rushed forward to support Alia.

The posture was like a maid assisting the Empress Dowager.

The group left Wright Corporation.

Once Alia had left, Fiona Morgan turned to her brother: "Hey, snap out of it, she’s already gone far, but you’re still watching. Co on, when did you et this little beauty, do you have feelings for her?"

Hamilton quickly waved his hands, shaking his head like a rattle: "Sis, don’t say that, she’s Alia, the Young Madam of the Shaw family."

As for the rumor that Alia seed to be adored by both the elder and younger n of the Shaw family, Hamilton didn’t ntion it, not wanting his sister to have any negative thoughts about Alia.

Fiona Morgan acknowledged with a sound, soone from the Shaw family, best not to think about it.

Except she was curious why her always rebellious brother, who listened to no one, looked at this Alia differently.

Could it be that Alia used so ans and did sothing to her brother?

Thinking of this, Fiona Morgan’s phoenix eyes sharply tracked the distant car leaving.

...

Alia walked out of Wright Corporation’s building, and Hailey Smith quietly said: "Young Madam, we’ve been out for an hour. Shouldn’t we head back?"

Hailey Smith was worried that if they were too late, the big boss might get angry.

Alia shook her head: "I have other matters to attend to."

Hailey Smith looked troubled, wondering what more the Young Madam had to do after scheming against the Wright family so thoroughly.

Hailey Smith felt that accompanying the Young Madam on outings was not an easy task.

While daydreaming, Hailey Smith heard the Young Madam say.

"Hailey, could you help bring Godfery Shaw out of the hospital? I... want to see him."

Hailey: "..."