"Mr. Reed, what does this an?" Benjamin Walton smiled at Jas Reed across the table and asked.
"This kind of business, I think Mr. Walton definitely doesn’t want to miss out on." Jas Reed pointed to the folder on the table.
"Everyone wants to secure the training camp bid naturally." Benjamin Walton didn’t feel the need to lie about this.
Becoming a stable supplier for the training camp would elevate the company’s entire status.
"If we partner up, I can do my best to help you secure this bid." Jas Reed said with a smile.
"Mr. Reed has this connection?" Benjamin Walton asked tentatively.
Jas Reed laughed, "Let’s not beat around the bush, lately I’ve been getting close to Hayley Cole. You should know whose daughter she is."
"Mr. Reed helps like this... are you trying to prove your capability to Old Mr. Seymour?" To be honest, when it ca to certain matters, Benjamin Walton and Jas Reed were quite in tune, after all, what they were doing was essentially the sa — using won to achieve their goals.
"We can mutually benefit each other." Jas Reed frankly said to Benjamin Walton, "Isn’t Mr. Walton also planning to get hold of Wilson Corporation now?"
"I think just relying on Mr. Walton’s family business becoming a supplier might be a bit difficult, but with Wilson Corporation, definitely there’s no issue. However, Old Mrs. Wilson is definitely no match for you in this regard, after all, my relationship with Mr. Walton is better than with the Wilson Clan. Why did Ophelia Wilson hurt so much?"
When Jas Reed spoke to this point, what was there that Benjamin Walton didn’t understand?
"Deal." Benjamin Walton shook hands with Jas Reed, both revealing the sa smug smile.
Their collaboration was indeed mutually beneficial.
——
"Sophie Wilson, co out!"
Sophie Wilson picked up the phone, looked at the na displayed on it, and decisively—directly hung up.
She shouldn’t have answered Erie Wilson’s call; indeed, dealing with idiots is impossible.
"Sophie Wilson, you... hello?" Erie Wilson incredulously looked at the phone, annoyed. Sophie Wilson actually dared to hang up on her?
Defiance?
Unwilling to give up, Erie Wilson called again, "Sophie Wilson, you hung up on ... hello, hello?"
"Too much!" Erie Wilson was furious, tried calling again, but it wouldn’t go through.
Too much, she actually blocked her number!
Erie Wilson thought for a mont, then used another phone to call Sophie Wilson: "Sophie Wilson, are you going to just watch your grandfather get angered to death because of you? Make your father bear the na of ungratefulness?"
Sophie Wilson asked with a laugh, "The location?"
After hearing the location from Erie Wilson, Sophie Wilson went upstairs, changed, and went out.
At the café, Sophie Wilson went in and saw Erie Wilson sitting like an Empress Dowager on the sofa, smiled, and sat down.
"Sophie Wilson, you’re quite smug now." Erie Wilson sized up Sophie Wilson, sarcastically said, "Now everyone knows about your good relationship with Charles Seymour; it’s enviable."
"Yes." Sophie Wilson nodded with a slight smile, said, "It’s enviable, indeed. There’s nothing I can do, my Mr. Seymour just treats so well, loves ."
Erie Wilson’s smile froze on her face, Sophie Wilson, this shaless woman, doesn’t know the aning of restraint.
"Deep love?" Erie Wilson sneered, said mockingly, "Ophelia Wilson used to think Jas Reed loved her deeply too, how is that now?"
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