"Ha, the hospital just called, that old fellow from the Jenkins family is dead."
Inside the Wellington family's office, Marie Wellington leisurely puffed on a cigar, his rough, large hand grazing the young, delicate skin of Sophie Jenkins, a hint of brutality flashing across his well-maintained face.
Hmph, old man... fought against him.
Marie Wellington now is wealthy and powerful, the old man is simply overestimating himself, on what grounds does he fight against him.
Upon hearing that her own grandfather was dead, Sophie Jenkins showed no signs of sorrow or grief on her face; instead, she leaned her soft, delicate body into Marie Wellington's embrace, flattering him: "It's better that he's dead, now no one will bother you anymore. Speaking of which, we still have to thank him; if it weren't for his antics, we wouldn't have garnered so much sympathy, allowing the outside world to easily accept my relationship with you."
Now, the people outside all pity Sophie Jenkins.
