Chapter 90

A car pulled up outside. Rachel and the oteir way outside.

Sanderson shot Lorna a meaningful glance. With a quiet understanding, she took Cordelia by the hand and led her upstairs. Once they entered Cordelia’s bedroom, Lorna pointed at a dress laid out on the bed. “Wear this. tonight, okay?”

It just didn’t seem right to entertain guests in a school uniform.

Cordelia didn’t fuss and slipped into the long–sleeved white dress that cinched at the waist. The dress was simple, something for everyday wear.

But on Cordelia, the dress took on a new life, making Lorna do a double–take.

Lorna always knew her daughter was beautiful, but accustomed as she was to seeing Cordelia in sweatpants or a school uniform, this sudden transformation was startling.

With her hair pulled back into a high ponytail, Cordelia followed Lorna back downstairs.

They had just reached the top of the stairs when they heard Steward’s voice booming from below, “Mr. Wallace, your presence graces our humble abode!”

A somewhat grating voice replied, “Mr. Delaney, you flatter me. We’re all businessmen here just for the money.”

Cordelia wasn’t particularly concerned with the guests. Her mind was on which set of problems to tackle after dinner, now that her homework was done.

Descending the staircase, she noticed a man standing next to Rachel who bore a slight resemblance to her, probably her elder brother, Jimmy Smith.

Beside Jimmy stood a man of average build with small eyes and a perpetual smile, dressed in a suit and looking to be in his late twenties

Something about his gaze made Cordelia uneasy. Although he bore the same name as Calvert, he didn’t possess the warmth that Little Fang inherently had.

However, upon seeing Cordelia, Calvert lit up his eyes and inquired, “And who might this be?”

Sanderson stepped forward, positioning himself between Cordelia and Calvert, and introduced them briefly. “Mr. Wallace, this is my wife and daughter. Shall we proceed to dinner?”

to Cordelia behind him, and smiled, “Of course, let’s discuss over a meal.”

his seat to the guest, “Please, take

with mock seriousness. “You are the elder, and besides, this is your house. Ill

back and forth, Calvert finally took a seat next to

in business talk,

she reached for a third when Calvert interrupted, “Ms. Delaney seems to have

eat her third piece, deliberately

for

darkened his expression until Rachel chimed in, “Lia, Mr. Wallace is talking to you.

only now realizing she

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helped herself to a fourth

to steer the conversation elsewhere when Rachel, noticing Calvert’s fixated gaze on Cordelia, suggested with a laugh, “Why don’t you serve Mr. Wallace a piece,

hung heavily in the

the house, they both shot Rachel a look of disapprov

a guest, Lia

is closer to Juliana. Let her serve it.”

guard, “How could she?”

not?”

Juliana is engaged.”

a guest, what does being engaged

As she tried to formulate a

subject, defusing

the end, the night wound down pleasantly, with everyone feeling at home.

if it weren’t for Rachel’s sake, I wouldn’t have brought you into this investment. Mr. Wallace also mentioned he’ll only accept up to a hundred million for a ten percent stake, no more. This project is promising, the returns could double. Give it some

evening. In the living room, Steward pondered the

frowned, “It just doesn’t feel right.”

you’re too indecisive in business. Mr. Wallace has connections. Even Hackett treads carefully around him. How could he cheat us? The

A hundred million is our whole stake. Betting

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