William Stewart instructed, "You’ll follow up on this collaboration with the Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory yourself. Rember, your target is Sienna Johnson! The Stewart Family needs a woman who can make money, soone to bring in a fortune. Only with money can our family’s power network extend even further..."
To operate well in official circles, one needs vast sums of money as backing. Over the years, the Eastminster Group has been thriving, while the Stewart Family’s developnt has been much slower.
William Stewart glanced at his less-than-outstanding son and sighed. The Johnson Family had no sons. Although he had a son, his son had not lived up to his expectations.
"Sienna Johnson does have a child, but don’t let that bother you. If you don’t like her, marry her anyway. You can always keep a few other won on the side," William Stewart advised, worried his son might look down on Sienna. "Won are just accessories for n. A wife is for marrying, managing the household, and raising children, while a lover is an understanding companion, ant for enjoynt."
"I don’t mind."
"Sienna Johnson is bringing a daughter with her..." Alana Harris wasn’t very pleased about this. "I like children, generally speaking, but I’m not overly fond of children just because they have Stewart family blood."
William Stewart laughed at his wife’s shortsightedness. "You won! You only see what’s right in front of you and can’t see the bigger picture. It’s actually a good thing Sienna Johnson has a pretty daughter. With her looks, she’ll surely grow into a beauty. When the ti cos, we can use her for a strategic marriage to benefit our Stewart Family."
In William Stewart’s mind, the futures of Sienna Johnson and her daughter were already thoroughly calculated and planned.
Alana Harris still said regretfully, "It would be wonderful if that little girl were Frederick’s child."
At this, Alana Harris looked expectantly at her son. "Frederick," she asked, "is there any chance that Curly is your child?"
Frederick Stewart’s face stiffened. "No," he said in a low voice.
"Are you sure? Maybe back then, the two of you..."
Frederick Stewart cut his mother off, annoyed. "Mom, stop guessing. I told you, she’s not."
Back then, Sienna Johnson had been reserved. Though beautiful, Frederick Stewart hadn’t liked her. He had never even touched her, so how could she be his child?
"Since she can have a daughter, she can have a son. Why are you in such a hurry?" William Stewart said.
"How can I not be anxious? Frederick is almost thirty! Mrs. Jones’s and Mrs. Smith’s sons are several years younger than him, but their children are already old enough to run errands," Alana Harris said resentfully.
"Being anxious won’t help!" William Stewart snapped, though Truthfully, I’m anxious too.
When his close friends gathered, they would talk about their grandchildren. All William Stewart could do was listen with envy.
Sabrina Johnson heard the voices inside gradually fade before she turned and left the building.
Her eyes flashed with a dark, resentful anger. They want to use and then discard like trash? No way! I’m not like that woman, Sienna Johnson, who nearly got killed and just let it go. If they won’t let live well, then nobody gets to live well!
「Magnolia Bridal Shop」
Kenneth Brown happened to be passing by and decided to go in and ask if Sienna Johnson’s wedding dress was ready.
Sienna Johnson was extrely busy. The Eastminster Group was at its mid-year accounting period, and many matters required her personal attention. So, for the wedding preparations, Kenneth Brown avoided bothering her whenever he could manage things himself.
"Mr. Reed, the wedding dress is ready. However, we still need Mrs. Brown to try it on so we can make so final adjustnts," the uniford staff mber explained.
"She’s too busy. I’m afraid she won’t be able to make it," Kenneth Brown said regretfully.
Sienna Johnson had instructed that the wedding should be kept as simple as possible. They had even skipped taking wedding photos, so it was highly unlikely she would be willing to co for a dress fitting.
Kenneth Brown’s anticipation for this wedding far exceeded Sienna Johnson’s. She seed indifferent to it, which left a bitter taste in Kenneth’s mouth.
Initially, I thought that if Sienna Johnson would just agree to be my girlfriend, I’d be the happiest man in the world, Kenneth Brown mused. Then I thought if she would marry , I’d truly be the happiest. Now, I realize I’m becoming increasingly greedy.
"Mrs. Stewart, are you here to pick up an evening gown?"
Another woman, elegant and charming, entered the shop. It was Sabrina Johnson. She was a regular custor, so the staff recognized her imdiately.
Sabrina Johnson had co for Kenneth Brown.
"Manager Brown, long ti no see." Sabrina Johnson casually flicked her long hair, the gesture full of charm and a hint of seduction. Kenneth Brown, however, couldn’t help but frown; her perfu was too strong.
"Mrs. Stewart. So, you also have clothes custom-made here," Kenneth Brown said politely, his tone distant.
Kenneth Brown knew about Sabrina Johnson’s past actions. Being firmly on Sienna Johnson’s side, he naturally had no favorable impression of Sabrina.
"Do you have ti? Let’s chat."
"I’m sorry, I have to go to the hotel for a nu tasting. As you know, I’m getting married soon. Sienna is too busy with work to handle these minor details, so I have to take care of them myself."
Sienna Johnson thoroughly disliked Sabrina Johnson. As Sienna’s fiancé, how could Kenneth Brown possibly do sothing that would displease her?
"Do you still rember what happened at Aquatic lody Bar on the 8th?"
Sabrina Johnson’s single sentence made Kenneth Brown’s expression change drastically. He was genuinely afraid; his face turned pale, unable to hide the panic.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about."
Kenneth Brown desperately tried to deny it. He had been trying so hard to forget what happened that night; he absolutely could not let it be exposed.
"Manager Brown, let’s talk," Sabrina Johnson said, a calculating smile on her face as she looked at Kenneth Brown. "You don’t need to doubt it; I know a lot about what happened that night. If you don’t believe , I can show you photos."
Kenneth Brown turned to the staff mber. "I’ll pick up the wedding dress tomorrow."
"Sure, we’ll keep it for you. However, we still hope that the bride can co in person to try on the wedding dress so we can make adjustnts."
The staff at the Magnolia Bridal Shop were baffled. A bride not coming to try on her wedding dress, instead just sending soone to pick it up? This was the first ti they had encountered such a situation.
If not for Kenneth Brown’s handso appearance and gentle, refined deanor—he looked every bit the good man—the staff might have suspected the bride was being forced into this marriage.
"Thank you."
Sabrina Johnson looked at Kenneth Brown and said, "Manager Brown, I’m craving seafood. Why don’t you treat at that Seafood Restaurant?"
Kenneth Brown had no intention of treating her to seafood. "There’s a cafe across the street," he said. "Let’s just grab a coffee there."
Sabrina Johnson laughed. "Look at you, acting as if I’m so kind of ravenous beast. It’s not like I’m going to eat you, is it?"
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