Sophie Wilson couldn't help but laugh; she was truly impressed by Emerie's intelligence: "Do you think the Wilson Clan's business is stronger than the Peace Group, or do you think I, with Lingzhu Jewelry, am short of money?"
"Emerie, my dad and I have the same demand. If you have us, you don't have the Wilsons, and if you have the Wilsons, you don't have us!" Sophie sneered, "You figure it out."
"Sophie, you're going too far!" Emerie cursed, "Don't you think about your grandfather at all?"
"No, I don't." Sophie laughed mockingly, "I've never had a grandfather all my life."
After speaking, Sophie placed her coffee money down, got up, and left.
After Sophie left, the anger on Emerie's face was replaced by a triumphant smile. She happily took out her phone, paid the bill, and left.
Sophie checked the time, turned her steps, and walked toward the company. It had been a long time since she'd been to the renovation company.
She really was an incompetent boss.
