"It’s okay, Mrs. Carter said you’re really busy at work, sotis pulling all-nighters is common." I smiled, my voice trembling slightly as I hurried to reassure him.
"Yes, I’ve got a special task recently, so it’s quite busy, but I’m almost done."
"That’s good. No matter how busy, take care of your health."
"Thank you for your concern."
Although this is a private road, and two cars blocking the road like this won’t cause issues.
But in broad daylight, in the wilderness, it’s quite awkward for us to just stand on the road like this.
After a brief silence, I raised my hand, waving slightly, and offered, "Well... you’ve been busy all this ti, you must be hungry, go back and have a al, I need to return to the company too."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work."
"It’s no trouble." I smiled and turned to walk towards my car.
Unexpectedly, he took a long stride and reached out a long arm, beating to open the car door for .
"Thank you." I was so nervous my cheeks were trembling, I glanced at him and sat in the car.
"Lily Miller, goodbye." Before closing the car door, he called my na seriously, bidding farewell.
My heart beat faster, and my cheeks were burning hot.
Luckily, Daniel Carter couldn’t see.
He turned, knocked on the front car window, signaling the driver to go, and then walked towards the Audi A8.
As the Hongqi started again and passed by his car, I almost couldn’t help but turn my head to look back, wanting to see more of him.
Who knew, when I turned my head, I saw him standing by the car, waving at —as if he knew I would turn to look at him.
My heart skipped a beat, I reeled back as if electrified, as if he had seen through everything at that mont, flustered, awkward, and even feeling guilty and ashad.
Lily Miller, what are you thinking?
That’s Daniel Carter.
He has soone he likes, he just sees you as a friend, he’s just a really good person.
I clenched my hands tightly, continually reminding myself in my heart, brainwashing myself over and over—don’t have unrealistic daydreams.
But just as I managed to brace myself and stay clear-headed, my phone chid with a WeChat ssage.
Looking down at it, it was surprisingly from Daniel Carter.
When I invited him to dinner that ti, we exchanged contacts on WeChat, this was his first ssage.
Daniel Carter: [My mother ntioned you finished the clothing design for ?]
My heart began to race again: [Yes, when are you available?]
[How about this weekend, I’ll arrange the ti and place and let you know.]
[Alright.]
Putting down the phone, all my prior self-persuasion was in vain.
Today is Thursday, which ans, at most two days left, we can et again.
I’ve never felt ti drag on so long before, forty-eight hours felt as lengthy as four hundred and eighty hours.
Finally through to Friday afternoon, I couldn’t even concentrate on work, constantly checking my phone, wondering if I missed any ssages.
Just before getting off work, the phone suddenly rang.
In that instant, my heart leapt as if discovering an oasis after a fatigued trek through a desert, overwhelmingly excited.
But upon picking up the phone, it turned out to be my scumbag father—Jason Miller!
Wasn’t he supposed to be detained for fifteen days? It’s only been a week, how did he get out?
I hesitated, staring at the phone for a few seconds before answering: "Hello..."
"Lily Miller! You jinx, even your own father you’ll fra, framing is one thing, but even your stepmother you don’t spare! Sophie Miller is critically ill, on the verge of death at any mont, if you don’t get to see her one last ti, aren’t you afraid of divine retribution?!"
The phone roared like an out-of-control dragon, the angry bellowing pained my eardrums, I had to distance it a bit.
I knew he’d co for after coming out, even possibly doubling down with revenge, I was already prepared to deal with it.
"You’ve always been a habitual cheater, how did I fra you? Besides, the ones responsible for your detention were your wife and son, what’s it got to do with ?"
"If you hadn’t ratted out to Shirley Turner, would she have known?"
"President Miller, you’re wronging , she at least is my stepmother, who painstakingly raised and taught , I’m just being grateful, it’s a virtue, you should be praising ." I sarcastically remarked with a strange satisfaction.
Jason Miller grew even angrier: "Clever tongue! Insidious mind! If I’d known, I would’ve strangled you at birth when your mother first had you!"
Listen to this, is this really what a father in a civilized society should be saying?
A few days of administrative detention were too lenient for him.
"Did you call just to berate ? Now that you’ve vented, you can hang up." I was already disheartened, ready to hang up after those words.
But then Jason Miller called out to again.
"What, haven’t had enough of scolding? You with high blood pressure, be careful that your outburst doesn’t burst a blood vessel, then your wife and kids will beco soone else’s."
"Stop cursing ! I’m asking you, did you find your mother’s bracelet?"
Ah! I suddenly realized, that was his real purpose for calling.
"Are you also here to ask for the bracelet?"
"Lend Sophie the bracelet for a few days, and I’ll transfer all the shares under your mother’s na to you." Jason Miller suddenly beca generous, laying things out clearly.
But I hesitated.
Because when I previously helped my aunt deal with the Greene Family, I inadvertently learned that not only was my uncle’s company suffering heavy losses, Jason Miller’s company was in the sa boat.
He suddenly becos generous now, probably trying to transfer the risk and drag into the ss as a scapegoat.
Seeing silent, Jason Miller feels anxious, "You previously ca to the company asking for money, asking for shares, I didn’t give them to you, and you even frad —what’s wrong now, I’m offering them to you, and you don’t want them?"
I calmly say, "That bracelet is now worth three hundred million, the remaining shares under my mother’s na are nowhere near that worth."
"Three hundred million?!" Jason Miller is greatly shocked, then I hear so voices on his side, upon careful listening, it seems to be Adrian Gordon.
I suddenly realize that Adrian Gordon must have used connections to get him out early from detention.
Then they conspire together to co after for the bracelet for Sophie Miller’s happiness.
Adrian Gordon is really rotten to the core.
Sure enough, after Jason Miller whispers quietly, he speaks again with growing surprise, "When did you et Daniel Carter?"
I perplexedly retort, "Wasn’t this arranged by you? Why did Daniel Carter appear at the wedding?"
Honestly, I still haven’t figured out this matter.
Last ti during dinner with Daniel Carter, I talked so much but forgot to ask about this.
Unexpectedly, Jason Miller seems confused too, "How would I know why he ca, he had the Yates Family’s invitation that day."
I probe further, "Which Yates Family?"
"Which Yates Family could it be, Natalie Yates."
I am even more puzzled, Natalie Yates is the eldest of the Yates Family and currently the executive president of Yates dia.
The Gordon Family has business dealings with the Yates Family, so Adrian Gordon sent an invitation to the Yates Family for the wedding.
But why did the Yates Family’s invitation end up in Daniel Carter’s hands?
Could it be that he is very familiar with Natalie Yates?
And Natalie, busy that day, asked him to help attend the wedding?
My wild fantasies amused myself.
How could that be possible?
The prestigious Yates Family, if they weren’t willing to attend, could easily send a secretary to attend the ceremony, staying for a al if they chose, or leaving right after the ceremony — how could they trouble the much more influential Carter Family to witness the occasion?
I really couldn’t figure it out but gradually realized that the Carter Family’s approach seed ticulously preditated.
From Daniel Carter’s appearance at the wedding, to Mrs. Carter inviting to visit for tailoring, and then to Daniel spending three hundred million to buy the bracelet for —
All these events were carefully orchestrated, not simply because the Carter Family was benevolent.
But why are they doing this to ?
I’m just a forsaken heiress, abandoned by my newlywed husband and reduced to a scorned woman, though I’m slightly attractive with so handy skills — it’s not enough to catch the Carter Family’s eye and why they emphasize so much?
I fall into a series of doubts, the more I think, the more sothing feels off.
Jason Miller continues to rant on the other side, I didn’t listen to a word until he roars again: "Lily Miller! Are you listening? If you think the shares under your mother’s na are too few, I can give you ten percent of my shares! But don’t be greedy, with these shares, you’ll be the second largest shareholder, second only to ."
Listening to this, the confusion in my heart beca crystal clear!
He indeed wants to drag into it.
Otherwise, how could he kindly offer additional shares, allowing to firmly sit as the second-largest shareholder?
He’s indeed cunning, aiming to retaliate against this way.
I’m well aware, yet I feign absolute ignorance: "You really willing to part with them?"
"What can I do if I’m unwilling? Sophie’s condition is worsening, the doctor says she has only days left, she has this little obsession, as her father, I can’t let her leave with regrets." Jason Miller sounds furious, yet his words are filled with affection for Sophie.
The difference in treatnt for his daughters is worlds apart.
But I’m more shocked and surprised by how rapidly Sophie’s condition deteriorated.
Upon initial diagnosis, Adrian Gordon said she had a year and a half, didn’t he?
How did it beco hopeless in just over a month?
Though shocked, I feel little sorrow or pity.
She reaps what she sowed.
Had she not brought this fate upon herself, she wouldn’t have depleted her life’s span so fast.
"Lily Miller, do you agree or not? Regardless, she’s your blood sister, don’t be too heartless!" Jason Miller is urgent, fearing my refusal.
Yet his tone is far from beseeching, it distinctly orders.
"Alright, considering her limited ti left, I’ll do it as a good deed." With a plan forming, I reluctantly agree.
"Then tomorrow, co to the hospital with the bracelet."
"No rush, let’s sign the share transfer agreent first."
"You really are..." Jason Miller grits his teeth, "Craftier than your mother!"
"Ha, dealing with wolves and tigers, if you’re not shrewd, you’d have long been gnawed to bones by you lot."
Actually, I know Jason Miller can’t wait to transfer those shares to , yet he knows my cautiousness, fearing my suspicion, hence he acts this scene.
Now, we’re both acting, seeing whose skills are better to deceive the other and be the victor.
Ending the call with Jason Miller, I sit in a daze, still pondering the Carter Family’s preditated approach.
I even thought of those social news reports online.
Sothing like top overseas tycoons procuring organs through various ans ...
Thinking of this, I suddenly rembered I have rare panda blood!
A sudden jolt in my mind, I realized!
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