The Woman From Hell

"You're not going to say any nonsense to the outside world, are you? I warn you, don't do it." Sylvester's expression abruptly turned cold as he warned me seriously. Did he think I was him?

I scoffed and replied lightly, "Sylvester, I would never do something so unrefined."

I could tell there were ripples behind Sylvester's calm visage now.

One of his long arms was pressed against the hem of his suit trousers. His slightly hooked fingers proved the conflict that he was feeling at the moment.

"If nothing else, then I'll leave first now."

"You said you wanted to bring Silas down with me. What's your plan?"

Sylvester finally said.

It was Sylvester's dream to use Grant Corporation to elevate himself. Considering I had personally come knocking on his door with the opportunity, he really had no reason to not agree.

The corners of my mouth curled slightly. "It's actually very simple. As long as you do your best to lead the Yard Group, I believe the people will side with you sooner or later. I'll share this with Theo and have him share resources with you."

He might not believe me, but he would trust in Grant Corporation's strength. Grant Corporation was fully capable of spurring the Yard Group. Grant Corporation was now as strong as the Yards had been back then. Their value had increased even more after what happened with Nibel.

for Sylvester but I

scrutinizing gaze toward me. "You hate grandfather

it the same for you?" I

shook his head with a smile. Crossing his legs, a trace of bitterness spread across his face. "I'm different from

think of it, he must have suffered a lot for so

know that Silas ruined my mother and

calm gaze. "How can you be sure that I have hostility

anticipation; he seemed

my lips. There did

be anything that I could not say, so I answered him leisurely, "Theo told me actually. Maybe he did his research or maybe it was

personalities are really similar. We're indeed brother and sister," Sylvester suddenly

"President Yard, do you wish to cooperate?" I

a win-win deal. Sylvester had no reason to refuse, but

"Frankly speaking, I'm convinced,

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you blab that the Yards are falling apart, it'll

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