Chapter 179
As soon as the door opened, Nora inquired, “Who are you?”
“Oh, Mrs. Wilson, hello. My name is Dylan. I am here to deliver clothes on behalf of our
CEO.”
Standing outside the door was a tall man wearing gold–rimmed glasses. His manners
and behavior were very refined, and his speech was confident and dignified. It was
evident that he held a high position.
Observing the appearance and demeanor of the visitor, Nora couldn’t help but display
some humility. “May I ask… who are the clothes for?”
Dylan smiled and replied, “They are for Mr. Wilson’s daughter.”
“For Sophia?” Nora instantly realized this and couldn’t contain her excitement. She
further confirmed, “May I ask, is your CEO… Mr. Castillo?”
Dylan gave her a definite answer. “Yes, our CEO is the largest shareholder of the adio Group: He also made the decision for Castillo Group to participate in the
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shopping mall project. Is Mr. Wilson’s daughter here?”
Nora was overjoyed and quickly waved her hand. “Sophia, come quickly! The big boss
sent someone to deliver clothes for you!”
Sophia was stunned for a few seconds, but soon her excitement overwhelmed her. She
ran over, saying, “For me? Is it true? He hasn’t even seen me before!”
Was she really so fortunate?
Did good fortune smile upon her?
Nora also smiled and turned to ask David, “David, did you mention our Sophia to Mr.
Castillo?”
David hadn’t expected this, but he nodded. “Yes, I mentioned it. Mr. Castillo is aware of
her.
That’s it then!
ecstatic, rubbing her hands together. She hadn’t anticipated it to be ao
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effortless. She had originally planned to leave a good impression on the big boss at the
banquet, but she didn’t expect him to send clothes.
Could it be that he already had an interest in Sophia?
In that case, there was nothing left for Malcolm to hold onto. This big boss clearly had
more power and influence than Malcolm. Moreover, he was someone David had to
please.
As long as she gained his favor, what was there to fear from Sherry’s tricks?
Both mother and daughter were overwhelmed with joy, especially Sophia.
She ran over, reaching out to take the gift box from Dylan’s hand. “Thank you so much.”
But Dylan’s hand skillfully moved back. “It’s not for you.”
Sophia’s hand awkwardly hung in mid–air, and she hurriedly said, “I am Mr. Wilson’s
daughter, It’s me!
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Sherry had quietly walked over at some point, smiling and greeting Dylan, “Hello, Dylan.”
“Ms. Wilson, hello.” Dylan respectfully handed the gift box to her. “These are clothes.
and shoes specially selected for you by our CEO. They are all tailored to your size. The
CEO said that white looks best on your fair skin. Please make sure to attend the family
banquet.
As soon as Dylan saw Sherry, the smile and respect on his face instantly showed. His
attitude couldn’t have been better. Just a moment ago, he was serious and
professional, but upon seeing Sherry, he smiled brightly.
Sophia looked at Sherry in astonishment as she took the box from Dylan’s hands and
untied the beautiful light purple ribbon on top. She opened the lid.
Sherry reached in and pulled out the dress from the box. It was an ivory white chiffon,
low–cut dress, cinched at the waist, with a prominent bulge in the chest area. The hem
was made of delicate silk, faintly revealing a glamorous and sweet appearance.
Sophia had seen beautiful things before, and she could tell at a glance that this dress
was definitely not the kind one could find in a luxury brand store. It was a custom–made
piece.
‘This dress…” Sherry furrowed her brows slightly. “He chose it for me?”
Dylan nodded with a smile. “Yes, the CEO specially invited a designer to tailor it for you.”
“Oh Sherry didn’t have any particular reaction; she put the dress back in the box. “Then
please thank your CEO for me.‘
“Of course, I will convey the message.”
Dylan completed his mission, nodded at Sherry, and drove away.
Inside the Wilson residence, it was unusually quiet, and each of the four people had
their own thoughts.
Sophia curled up in the corner of the sofa. She wished she could kill Sherry by just
staring at her.
Meanwhile, David was talking to Sherry.
“Ms. Wilson, do you know the investor from the Castillo family?”
Sherry spoke without revealing any details: ‘I don’t know him.”
“No, if you don’t know him, why would he send you clothes?” David was extremely
anxious. “Sherry, tell me the truth. What is your relationship with that investor? Can you
invite him to have a meal at our house?”
Sherry calmly folded the clothes in her hands; her heart was filled with indifference.
What a renowned and honorable Mr. Wilson, always seeking to please investors for the
sake of his future and reputation. Wasn’t that right?
Humans were born to be hypocrites. Who knows which facade he used when he was in
a passionate relationship with her mother?
Sherry chuckled lightly. “I really don’t know him. It should be him who knows me.”
Her words were not entirely wrong. Mr. Sniper knew everything about her, but she still
knew nothing about him.
David pursed his lips, anxiously rubbing his hands. “Sherry, if that’s the case, it was
because of you that I was able to enter the Castillo family and be in charge of this
shopping mall project. The investor gave instructions to Mr. Castillo because of you.
So, from now on, whatever you want, just tell me. As long as it’s within my capabilities, I
will fulfill your wishes.”
Sherry lightly tapped her fingers on the box of clothes. “Mr. Wilson, it’s better to call me
Ms. Wilson. If we become too intimate and others notice something, it wouldn’t be
good to let people know what happened over twenty years ago.”
“Ah, that’s not how it is.” David’s attitude toward Sherry had clearly changed. “Family
ties cannot be severed. Am I the kind of person who would deny my own daughter for
the sake of reputation?”
Yes, you are, Sherry thought to herself.
If she didn’t know the mysterious investor, why would he feel a subtle desire to
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acknowledge her as his daughter?
However, the power dynamics between them have now changed. Sherry held the upper
hand. Whether she chose to acknowledge him as her father or not was entirely her
decision.
“Let’s postpone this discussion for later. I’m feeling a bit fatigued today, so I’ll retreat to
my room and take some rest. Mr. Wilson and Mrs. Wilson must also be weary after a full
day of shopping. Considering that you’re both in your fifties, please prioritize your
health,” Sherry expressed.
