Serena Sullivan handles interpersonal relationships well, but she still lost the use of her legs. She doesn’t mind, yet when she’s in public, people look at her with eyes full of shock, mockery, or ridicule.
No one really knows how she’s managed not to care all these years, and how she’s endured it!
"Master, I really don’t want to participate," Serena thought for a mont. If she didn’t find an excuse, Robin Rowan would repeatedly persuade her to go.
"After being with Ethan Grant, he’s wealthy, so I don’t need to work so hard to earn surgery fees,"
"True!" Robin nodded, "Health is important."
Robin still rembers the first ti she recomnded Serena to participate in the Global Style competition. This girl stayed in it for three days before fainting and being sent to the ergency room.
Others at most would sleep for a bit and slowly recover.
Robin sighed deeply with unspeakable regret.
The two of them sat chatting for a while longer. Robin looked up and saw a man coming in, a smile spread across her face, and she stood up to wave at him, "Bro! Over here!"
Serena heard Robin calling out "brother," and she inexplicably thought of the middle-aged gentleman who had saved her, turning her head to actually see a man elegantly walking towards them in a white suit.
"Didn’t you say you’d eat out? Why did you co down as well?"
Robin asked Mr. Sterling with a smile.
Her na is also Mindy Sterling. When she first entered the design industry, she didn’t want to rely on family connections, so she used her mother’s surna, Robin.
After becoming famous, she continued to use Robin, but everyone in high society knows her as Mindy Sterling.
"Your sister-in-law isn’t feeling well, so I ca back."
Mr. Sterling said indifferently, "By the way, she needs to talk to you about sothing."
"Oh, I see!" Robin was slightly stunned, looked at Serena, who nonchalantly shook her head, "Master, I’ve eaten enough."
After speaking, she raised her head to examine Mr. Sterling beside Robin.
Serena has seen many n in their forties or close to fifty.
For instance, Joel Quinn, who despite dressing up can’t hide his inherently sleazy and disgusting nature.
Or Felix Lockwood, who isn’t bad-looking, otherwise he wouldn’t have a handso son like Sean Lockwood, yet his deanor often exudes sorrow, with wrinkles even at the corners of his eyes.
The middle-aged gentleman before her isn’t inferior to Julian Ford.
In his youth, he must have been very handso, the kind who would make all the girls around him scream.
"I’ll go up first and be back soon," Robin said. Before leaving, she told Mr. Sterling, "Bro, keep an eye on Serena for ."
"Alright!"
Mr. Sterling responded coldly, then sat down where Robin sat earlier.
Serena continued to observe Mr. Sterling. He lifted his eyes, looking coolly at her as she openly smiled and gazed back, "Mr. Sterling, I assu you wish to talk to , am I right?"
Mr. Sterling was taken aback and asked in return, "Why do you think I ca to talk to you?"
He had heard that Serena is quite smart and waited for her response.
Serena smiled and replied with two words, "Just a guess."
She continued, "Thank you, Mr. Sterling, for your help before."
"Miss Sullivan." Mr. Sterling didn’t respond directly but changed the topic, indeed finding Serena for a reason.
He maintained a composed expression, his gaze moving away from Serena’s smiling face towards elsewhere, his voice growing increasingly cold,
"I want the shares you hold."
Serena thought her hearing was going wrong, and she asked, "Mr. Sterling wants my shares in The Sullivan Corporation."
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