"Mom, you have to come pick me up, I'm scared." Mia looked at Jennifer with hope in her eyes, her lips slightly parted, pleading, and her gaze full of vulnerability that tugged at your heart.
Jennifer could clearly hear everything Jonathan said to Lambert.
Lambert hated her, and whether or not he let her have the baby was another matter; she needed to do everything she could to protect the child.
"Without a phone, how am I supposed to contact you? Lambert is often not home, and if something happens, what will I do?" Mia clutched Jennifer's hand, pleading with her, gesturing desperately.
Jennifer's face showed hesitation. After thinking for a moment, she pulled out a phone from her bag and said, "Take this, it's my spare phone. Don't let Lambert know about it. I don't want him to misunderstand anything between us. Rest well, and I'll check in on you when I have time."
She left the client and rushed over to check on Mia. Seeing that Mia was alright, she immediately felt some regret.
After leaving Lambert's villa, Jennifer returned to the company.
What she encountered was her client just stepping out of Lambert's office, and Jonathan was pushing the wheelchair.
"Mr. Jones, I'm so sorry I'm late." Jennifer smiled, but inside she was already fuming.
"No problem, Mrs. Jennifer. You must be very busy. It's hard to get a chance to meet you," Mr. Jones said, clearly admiring Lambert. "But fortunately, Mr. Wenshte is in the company today. Otherwise, I would have traveled all the way here and missed you, and our cooperation might have been delayed."
Jennifer gritted her teeth, sending a sharp look at Jonathan, and smiled at Mr. Jones, "I had something come up today, I'm really sorry, Mr. Jones. It's almost lunchtime, so let's go eat together. Lambert can't walk well, so Jonathan, please stay here with him and have lunch at the company."
Outwardly showing concern for Lambert, Jennifer was actually highlighting his biggest flaw in front of the client.
She made it clear to Mr. Jones that even if Lambert had great skills, he was just a cripple. The real leader of Wenshte Group was Jennifer.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Jennifer, I'll take good care of my older brother. You and Mr. Jones go ahead," Jonathan said, wearing an arrogant expression, thinking himself to be Lambert's most trusted person.
Of course, that was just his self-deception.
"I won't join you for lunch, Mr. Jones," Lambert's soft voice interrupted, like a gentleman, placing the signed contract on his lap.
It was an eyesore.
Jennifer had booked a table at a high-end restaurant next to Wenshte Group, ordering the finest dishes and wine, trying to build a relationship with Mr. Jones.
"Although Lambert is the president of the company, he's never dealt with clients directly. This is his first time. If he misses anything, Mr. Jones, please be understanding." She raised her glass to Mr. Jones.
Mr. Jones drank it all, shaking his head in disagreement with Jennifer's words. "Mr. Wenshte is meticulous and clear-headed, truly a rare business genius. It's a pity that his legs are crippled. If not, he'd be dominating the business world. Mrs. Jennifer, you have a great helper."
Jennifer's teeth ground together in frustration. After all the hard work, the contract ended up benefiting Lambert. No matter how much she tried to prevent it, Lambert still met with the client.
This Lambert was indeed no simple person.
"Yes, Lambert has always been smart, but it's a pity he's a cripple," Jennifer said, drinking a glass of wine to suppress her anger.
This was the worst meal she'd ever had. After sending Mr. Jones off, she immediately went back to Wenshte Group and pushed open Lambert's office door without knocking.
The words "President" on his desk were glaring at her.
"Mia, no matter how upset she makes you, you shouldn't lock her up. If your grandfather finds out, will he be able to rest easy while sick? No matter how tight the walls are, nothing stays secret forever. If this leaks out, it will affect your reputation."
"She's seven months pregnant, almost ready to give birth. Creating problems for her now is just playing games with your own child. I know you don't like Mia, but since you two are married, you have a responsibility as a husband. I heard you acquired five percent of QIY's shares? The company's new project is lacking funds. Why not sell those shares and invest in it? Wenshte Group is the most important."
Jennifer spoke seriously, and it sounded like it was all for Wenshte Group's benefit.
She couldn't let Lambert own any shares in the company—she would never give him the chance to strengthen himself.
"The shares are in Mia's name, I got them for her," Lambert replied coldly, silencing Jennifer with just a few words.
"Well, if that's the case, forget it. Just keep my advice in mind. Right now is crucial. If Mia develops depression, it'll affect the child. If you really care about your grandfather, don't make things hard for Mia." She said kindly, gently reminding Lambert.
"I understand," Lambert replied coldly, always indifferent to her.
He came to the office every day, sitting there, looking like he had no desires at all.
"Alright, rest well. I'm going to get back to work," Jennifer said, taking the contract already placed on his desk, rushing out of his office, and heading to Jonathan to settle the score.
Jonathan, as the vice president of Wenshte Group, had an office on the same floor as Lambert's.
"Jonathan!" Jennifer stormed in, and found Jonathan in the middle of a wild party with a woman.
"Doing such shameless things in the company, what's wrong with you? I think you've been sitting in the vice president position too long and gotten arrogant. Why are you still standing there? Get out!" She growled, and the woman scrambled to get dressed and ran out of the office.
"Mrs. Jennifer, why are you so angry? You're taking all the real power away from my older brother, and not letting us handle any clients. What else am I supposed to do but eat, drink, and play?"
"If you all weren't so useless, would I have to do everything myself? Instead of reflecting on your own issues, you're blaming me? You have some nerve, Jonathan." Jennifer snapped, seething with anger.
"Since you're so incompetent, why don't you give the vice president position to someone more capable?" She ordered, ready to kick Jonathan out of Wenshte Family.
"Mrs. Jennifer, that's quite a big statement. As far as I know, you only have ten percent of Wenshte Family's shares. To remove the vice president, you'd need to call a shareholder meeting. It's not something you can decide on your own." Ferguson appeared at just the right moment.
"I remember before my brother passed, he made a will. Mrs. Jennifer, with all that confidence, are you counting my brother's shares as yours?"