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Chapter 125
Chapter 125
Jonathan’s head was pounding from sheer annoyance. Just then, his phone rang He glanced at it and continued, “Wilbur, Heed you leap he Chandler Group for a while. Take this 3 million dollars and use it as you need.”
Sophia scoffed, “Jonathan, you’re truly heartless. You think you can buy a son for just 3 million dollars? When Yvette came back, you save her a horr car, and a monthly allowance. 3 million can’t even get you a decent apartment in Jelasburg
“Honestly, Jonathan, your empty promises are pathetic. Wilbur, don’t listen to his nonsense. You can’t have your cake and eat it too, Jonathan Wilbur e got principles. If he leaves, it’ll be for good. No half measures.”
Jonathan was exasperated. With Sophia around, nothing could get done. He had no patience for her nonsense and decided to wait until she was gosse before continuing the discussion.
Sophia could tell Jonathan was about to leave. As he stood up, she grabbed his sleeve and demanded, “Hey, Jonathan, what about me? I’m standing right here waiting for you, and you’re just going to pretend I don’t exist?”
Jonathan took a deep breath. “What do you want?”
Sophia batted her eyelashes. “My reward. We had a deal, remember?”
Jonathan was dumbfounded.
Jonathan sighed, looking exhausted. “Sophia, you’re still too young to understand what Chandler Group is facing right now. I’m completely swamped and exhausted. I haven’t had a decent rest in weeks. Can we please talk about this another time?”
He looked completely drained, his eyes bloodshot and underlined with dark circles, as if he was struggling to stay on his feet.
Sophia remained unmoved, ignoring his exhaustion. She glared, eyes wide with indignation, and snapped, “Just because I’m young, you think I’m a pushover? Are you trying to take advantage of me?
“Chandler Group’s never been my business, so why the hell should I care? I didn’t cause this mess. Howard’s the one to blame. If you want to blame someone, take it up with him.
“Look, I’m telling you–if you don’t give me my reward, I’ll be pissed off. And when I’m pissed off, I don’t know what I might do.” She gave a dramatic shrug, palms up.
Jonathan felt a heavy pressure in his chest, as if something was blocking his breath. When his phone rang again, seeing her unrelenting attitude, he answered and conceded, “Fine, I’ll wire you the money later.”
Sophia snorted coldly, finally releasing Jonathan with a triumphant air. Once he left, only she and Wilbur remained in the lounge.
Sophia spun around and snapped, “What are you staring at, Wilbur?” She caught him gaping at her in shock.
Wilbur stared at the bank card on the table. “This card…” he murmured.
Sophia snapped, “Well, do you want it? If not, hand it over.”
Wilbur finally knew where her money came from. She was fleecing people for all their worth, never letting go until she drained them dry. He found Sophia rather calculating.
Sophia rolled her eyes at Wilbur’s conflicted look and scoffed, “I know you hate him and don’t want his cash, but who says you can’t take his money and still hate his guts?
“That’s what he owes you in the first place. Even if it’s only 3 million, take it as pocket money or interest–whatever he gives you, just accept it.
“Taking his money doesn’t stop you from hating him or getting back at him. You really think refusing his cash means you have some backbone? Don’t be
ridiculous.
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“What’s that really worth? Your mom was deceived by Jonathan, then bounded out of flashing by Heather Shiandorre o múč all because she had no money?”
Although Wilbur found her words odd, they somehow made an unsettling kind of sense to him: Silently, he slipped the bank Card Jonath behind into his pocket.
Sophia nodded approvingly. “See? Take good advice and you’ll do well. You’re catching on
Wilbur was speechless and confused at Sophia’s words because they didn’t seem to be logical.
Sophia couldn’t be bothered with him and cut straight to the point: “Alright, what’s your decision? Are you taking Jonathan’s empty promises, or mine
Wilbur was stunned. He didn’t expect Sophia to be so blunt. He picked up his glass and took a sip of water. “What’s the difference?”
Sophia patiently explained, “Of course there’s a difference. Accept Jonathan’s empty promises, you work for him. Accept mine, you work for me. Simple as that.”
Wilbur was speechless.
Sophia suddenly grinned. “I’m thinking of setting up an investment firm and putting you in charge. Think you can handle that?”
Wilbur looked at her with a complicated expression. “Why me?”
Sophia crossed her arms and declared matter–of–factly, “Because you’re the employee, and I’m the boss.”
Wilbur sighed inwardly. Having made up his mind, he laid his cards on the table. “You know I hate the Chandlers and only joined Chandler Group for revenge. So why take me on? Aren’t you worried I’ll use you to settle scores with them?”
With his glasses shattered, Wilbur’s eyes appeared unnervingly deep, an icy glint flickering in their depths.
Sophia’s eyes gleamed with manic excitement. “I know! That’s exactly why I want to form a ‘Vendetta Syndicate‘–gather all the Chandler family’s enemies, and you’ll be the ringleader. How’s that sound?”
Wilbur felt exasperated. “I’m dead serious about this,” he said sternly.
Sophia’s playful look vanished, her expression turning grave. “I’m dead serious,” she said.
Wilbur’s was throbbing. He thought to himself, ‘Whatever. I’ve already warned her. If anything happens later, she can’t blame me.’
Despite his bruised and swollen face, Wilbur quickly shifted into work mode. “Am I the only one on board so far, or is there anyone else? Do you have a business plan, or any particular investment strategy in mind?”
Sophia lounged lazily in her chair. “The company’s just getting off the ground,” she said. “For now, you’re the only founding member besides me–so don’t let it go to your head.”
Wilbur felt like he’d trusted the wrong one.
Sophia waved a hand dismissively and said, “Need people? Hire them yourself. The plan? You figure it out. Investment directions–anything that turns a profit works for me. Just do your research, write up a report, and hand it over when you’re done.”
Wilbur took a deep breath, suddenly regretting his/impulsive decision. Then again, it made sense. Sophia was just a college kid. Sharp as she was, there was no way she could know everything about running a business.
“Alright,” he said. “I’ll handle this. First, what should we call the investment firm? I’ll need the name to get the registration pape
started.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Sophia answered, seemingly offhand, “Samuel.”
Wilbur’s heart skipped a beat. “What?”
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Sophia repeated, “Samuel. Samuel Investments.”
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