"Miss, it’s ti to eat." the servant reminded her.
She finally returned to reality, "Okay."
She turned and entered the lavish dining room. Her mother, Joan Graham, was in a good mood, dressed elegantly like a lady of stature—
"Grace, your father said he took you to et clients and chose you as the company’s successor."
"I know, I will work hard."
"Make sure not to disappoint your father. Share the burden as much as you can," Joan Graham advised her, "You can set aside your acting career for now, and prioritize the company."
At this mont, a 12-year-old boy walked into the dining room, "Mom, I peed, Mom, it’s wet..." His refined outfit couldn’t hide his foolish appearance.
Before Joan Graham could speak, the servant quickly took him out of the dining room, "Young master, I’ll help you change!"
The dazzling Sean Dalton sat down on a white dining chair, her expression calm.
Joan Graham deliberately served a plate of foie gras to her, "Eat more; it’s your favorite."
"Where’s Dad?"
"There’s sothing at the company; he went to handle it. He’ll be back soon," Joan Graham said, "No need to wait, let’s eat first."
After dinner, Sean Dalton went to the living room.
The 12-year-old Ethan Dalton walked towards her with a cup of tea, "Sister, please have so tea."
Sean Dalton crossed her arms and looked down at him, "I’m not thirsty." Her tone wasn’t high, yet it was a bit cold.
The young boy held up the tea cup, staring at her intently, "Sister is so beautiful! Like a little fairy."
After thinking for a mont, Sean Dalton took the tea cup, thinking, with such a useless brother, there’s no way Dad would hand over the company to him.
The Kingston Group stood tall under the night sky!
Skyscrapers lit up brightly, this being the place where all young people stored their dreams.
So departnt employees had already left work.
But the design departnt was still bustling, everyone like the newly risen sun.
Monica Usher left Clearwater Bay and ca to the company, repeatedly organizing design drafts and engaging in nurous exchanges and discussions...
Since Monica Usher personally took the lead, the designers were full of vigor, with the submission date right around the corner, everyone was confident.
Justin Kingston also ca to the company that afternoon.
In the simple and stylish president’s office, Finn Morgan reported to him, "President Usher has moved to the design departnt; she’s been leading everyone to work late into the night these days, sotis even pulling all-nighters."
Standing silently in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with his hands behind his back, Justin Kingston gathered his sharp gaze, "What did you just say?"
He was distracted and didn’t hear!
Finn Morgan repeated it again, and he finally understood; Monica Usher was working desperately.
For herself, but also for him.
"President, President Usher went to Clearwater Bay today," Finn Morgan reported, noticing the president had no emotional fluctuations.
Justin Kingston’s breath remained steady, where she went, he wasn’t interested.
Justin Kingston constantly blad himself for losing his temper with Gigi in the afternoon. As a father, he had gone too far.
A six-year-old child, shouldn’t he have talked to him properly?
All children are born as a blank slate, and as a father, it’s his duty to teach him.
Moreover, Gigi had helped the Group greatly.
Erald Cove.
Mia Lane took the children upstairs; Justin Kingston hadn’t returned yet.
"Mommy, why don’t you design a set of works?" Gigi’s eyes were pleading, "Dolly and I both believe in your ability!"
"Mommy, we believe in you."
"Why?" Mia Lane spoke seriously, "I’m not an employee of his company, and he doesn’t give a salary. Is this life as a wealthy lady not good?"
"I just don’t want people to call you a village woman anymore, I want everyone to see your strength," Gigi had a small sense of vanity.
Mia Lane, however, didn’t mind, "Let them call . It’s not like it’ll bite off a piece of flesh. So many people call a village chief! I’m quite proud!"
"Mommy..."
"Don’t say anymore, I won’t design," Mia Lane knew Justin Kingston was guarding against her.
Since neither trusts the other, what else is there to say?
"Mommy, it’s so late and Daddy still hasn’t co back; is he still angry?" Gigi was worried and couldn’t sleep.
"He won’t." She stroked the child’s forehead, smiling, "Daddy is not petty, he’s just busy with work. Go to sleep."
Then she told them stories, coaxing them to sleep.
Justin Kingston ca back around ten in the evening, with the Lamborghini parked in the yard; Butler Shelby walked out of the living room holding a coat and draped it over him as he got out of the car, "Mr. Kingston."
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