"You..." Old Mrs. Wilson wanted to say more, but Old Mrs. Wilson interrupted, "Let me be alone for a while!"

After driving Old Mrs. Wilson out, Old Mrs. Wilson poured himself a cup of hot water, slowly warming his icy hands.

Just now in the private room, Charles Seymour’s gaze chilled his heart to the point of trembling, and he’s still not recovered.

However, this is no longer important. The critical point is that he knows Charles Seymour is holding a grudge.

Now he doesn’t have the energy to ponder whether Charles Seymour’s feelings for Sophie Wilson are real or fake; he only knows that, currently, Charles Seymour hates him.

What if Charles Seymour makes a move against the Wilson Corporation?

He now has only two paths to choose from: either submit and be humble, or quickly build strength, and make the company surpass Charles Seymour’s Peace Group.

He definitely can’t choose the first path, and the second path... that’s even less possible.

Old Mrs. Wilson buried his aching head in his hands, unable to find a solution, as if during this meal, he trapped himself in a dead end. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

The key is all the retreat routes are blocked; now he is left with no way out.

——

"Emerie, hasn’t Benjamin been accompanying you lately?" Old Mrs. Wilson asked Emerie Wilson, who was sitting next to her, munching on sunflower seeds while watching TV.

Emerie seems to have been visiting home quite frequently recently.

Could it be that Benjamin sent Emerie over to keep an eye on them?

The old man said Benjamin Walton is quite ambitious, eyeing the Wilson family’s assets, telling her to be careful.

Initially, she didn’t believe it, but now it seems... there might be something to it.

"Yeah, he doesn’t have time to be with me." Emerie paused in her movements and nodded.

Old Mrs. Wilson’s heart skipped a beat; could the old man be right?

Is Emerie about to start complaining now?

Saying Benjamin doesn’t have time for her and only by letting Benjamin manage the Wilson Corporation can they have more time to meet?

Thinking about what’s going to happen next, Old Mrs. Wilson’s heart felt like it was frozen over.

Her precious daughter, being used so shamelessly and exploited by Benjamin Walton?

"Benjamin has been busy with company matters lately, so no time." What Old Mrs. Wilson didn’t anticipate was that Emerie didn’t even mention letting Benjamin take over the Wilson Corporation.

"Oh? He’s busy now?" Old Mrs. Wilson probed. "Not long ago, weren’t you saying to have him help your dad manage our family’s company? Now he’s too busy with his own company, does he still have time to help your dad?"

"He probably can’t." Emerie said without a second thought, "Recently, he’s been preparing for the training camp bid. Benjamin said he’s eighty percent confident he can secure it."

"If Benjamin’s company fully supplies products for the training camp, he probably really won’t have time to help dad. Maybe dad needs to find a capable manager." Emerie said, frowning, thinking of something unpleasant, "Mom, you wouldn’t actually let my brother return and then cut ties with me, right?"

After asking, Emerie didn’t get an answer from Old Mrs. Wilson, which frustrated her, and she asked accusingly: "Mom, what do you mean? Are you really going to sever ties with me?"

"You can’t be so biased! If that’s the case, I really won’t come back!"