Chapter 327: Stealing Her Daughter's Fiancé's Heart? Mary Sue's Crisis is Growing (2)
Sophia indulged in the enjoyment, completely unaware of how much the little brat had taken advantage of her.
Or rather, after knowing that he was infatuated with her, and after he actively worked to ease her pain, any small displeasure had long dissipated.
Lilith had no idea about her mother's guilt, nor did she know that her fiancé had fallen for her mother.
And the guilt in Sophia's mind was fleeting, even tinged with a sense of superiority.
Then, her focus returned to Shia.
As the head of the Guen family, she was no fool; she wouldn't forget her original goal.
If he harbored feelings for her, it was an extra layer of security.
Binding him through her daughter was far less effective than taking action herself.
And this way, she could directly control the course of events.
For example, leveraging his skills as a master brewer.
A master brewer alone might not mean much against the deep foundation of an ancient family.
But she didn't mind adding to their wealth, pushing the family even higher.
"Aunt Sophia, do you feel better now?"
"Mmm~"
As Sophia contemplated her plans, a vague murmur escaped her lips.
She felt the hands massaging her gradually wander elsewhere.
A faint smile graced her lips, and she gently twisted her waist.
A subtle motion, yet it made her presence all the more intoxicating.
Hearing the boy's breath hitch as expected, Sophia became even more satisfied.
But before he could leave, she called Shia back.
"I understand your feelings, but your actions today were quite presumptuous."
She pursed her lips slightly.
But rather than displeasure, it seemed more like a pout.
Shia's guilt and unease grew more apparent on his face.
"That said, I'm not entirely unwilling to give you a chance."
"If you can brew a completely unique wine to please me as a form of compensation, then perhaps we can find a better resolution to this situation."
Sophia stared directly into his eyes.
Watching as his dim gaze gradually brightened.
His whole being filled with excitement.
She felt even more satisfied.
Shia beamed brightly, as if elated.
He then made a heartfelt declaration.
"As long as I can earn your forgiveness, I will do anything."
"Aunt Sophia, wait for me!"
With that, he turned and left, his steps practically bouncing with joy.
Sophia watched his retreating figure, interlocking her fingers and resting her chin on the back of her hand.
Her lips curled into a faint smirk, and her eyes gleamed with undisguised ambition.
To measure a person's worth, a small test was the best method.
If he proved valuable enough, making him her loyal dog wouldn't be out of the question.
Just like the one kneeling before her right now.
Sophia lowered her gaze slightly.
Her long, black-silk-clad legs were elegantly crossed, the smooth fabric pressing against itself, emphasizing their supple curves.
A pair of black-and-white open-toe heels revealed her exquisite toes.
Her nails were painted a mesmerizing shade of crimson, exuding seduction.
Before her, the highly esteemed head of the Guen family knelt on the ground, dutifully polishing her heels.
His eyes brimming with submission and reverence, as if he had received the greatest reward from his mistress.
Horace's gaze burned with obsessive fervor as he inhaled the faint, alluring fragrance seeping through her stockings, serving her with growing devotion.
Sophia shifted her weight onto one arm, resting her cheek against her hand.
Her lofty gaze gradually became hazy.
A face appeared in her mind—Shia's face.
More importantly, he was rather handsome.
Compared to the middle-aged man at her feet, he was much younger, more refined, and elegant.
He was also her daughter's childhood sweetheart.
Yet, he was her dog.
Keeping him in secret would be quite amusing, wouldn't it?
Enjoying the devoted servitude of her nominal husband, the mature beauty's thoughts wandered far away.
A scene even surfaced in her mind.
She couldn't help but let out a smirk, arrogant and playful.
The scent of black mandalas filled the air.
She was truly wicked to the core.
Meanwhile, Shia was grinning widely.
He stood on the balcony, admiring the picturesque garden.
More importantly, from here, he had a clear view of a corner of the main house.
There, the solemn middle-aged head of the household was kneeling, cradling the plump beauty's delicate feet like a treasured relic.
And that dignified beauty wore a satisfied smile.
He had always loved seeing wicked women with that self-satisfied look, thinking they had complete control over everything.
Lilith was like that, and so was her mother, Lady Sophia.
Because only then, when he tore them down, would it feel truly rewarding!
Shia swirled the amber liquor in his glass, watching the smooth liquid flow.
Tilting his head back, he drained the glass in one gulp.
His eyes remained fixed on the glass window.
Now, it was a matter of who would outplay whom.
For an entire day, Shia buried himself in the wine cellar, focused entirely on crafting a new brew.
Winemaking, especially creating something unprecedented, required immense effort and resources.
With Sophia's permission, his work progressed smoothly.
With the Guen family's deep reserves, resource consumption was not a concern.
Whatever he needed, he had in abundance.
And of course, his fingers were not entirely clean during the process; he took whatever he could.
After all, his charm ring could store an enormous amount of goods.
Consider it his labor fee.
Throughout his winemaking, Sophia would occasionally drop by to offer her warmth.