"Laila, listen to me, I have no relationship with this man!" Janet tried to explain, pulling her daughter aside.
Unfortunately, her explanation fell on deaf ears. No relationship at all? Would she really redo her designs just because he criticized them as ugly? The old Janet would have thrown a fit if anyone dared to say her designs weren't good. Did this man think designers had no temper?
"Mom, I'm hungry. Is there anything to eat?" Laila asked, but her eyes never left the man.
"Oh? Hungry! I'll order something for you right away!" Janet replied. To her, her daughter's hunger was the most important thing. She didn't care about explanations at this point.
For Laila, the image of her lying in a hospital bed, weak and starving, was something she couldn't bear.
After dismissing her mother, Laila got straight to the point. "Mr. Sanders, how did you meet my mother?"
Quentin Sanders found it amusing and had known about Janet having a genius daughter beforehand, but meeting her in person confirmed that she was indeed extraordinary. He had encountered too many children who wanted to imitate adults, pretending to be mature or brooding, but they were still just children, easily deciphered. However, she was different, truly a noble lady exuding real aristocratic elegance, while also possessing an unusual wisdom and composure that belonged to adults. Based on her current impression, he would believe she was in her thirties.
"Janet is my new client, and I found her to be a very charming woman," Quentin replied.
Laila smiled, a bit cold and distant, and even a bit sharp, "My mother is a very romantic person. If you just want to expand your business, don't give her some bad hints."
Quentin also smiled: "No, I don't lack customers. I'm not young anymore, and I always thought that work would be my lifelong love. It wasn't until I met her that I suddenly realized that starting a family was also a good idea."
Laila Looked at him, pondering what was revealed in his words. To be honest, if this man used some affectionate words to deal with her, maybe she would have someone throw him out by now. In the past, Reynolds used that kind of illusory thing to deceive his mother for more than 20 years. If another one happens, who knows whether another tragedy will happen in the future.
But this person's words made her see something more realistic. If these words were designed by him, Laila could only say that this person was really powerful.
"Mr. Sanders should know who I am."
"Of course, Janet's proudest daughter, the most popular talented director in Hollywood."
Laila nodded: "Then you should also know who my grandfather is."
"Oh, Mr. Oswald Moran." The man seemed to already know what she was going to say, and the smile on his lips gradually became deeper.
"That's right. I want to tell you one thing, that is, I will be the future heir and the only heir of the Moran Group. Even if I die in an accident one day, the group will only be donated and will not become Janet's Dowry. Do you know what I mean?" Laila said the most direct words in the most straightforward terms.
She just wants to tell the other party that if you want to attack your mother because of money, give up as soon as possible. The story of the Moran Group will only be passed on to her. Even if he sends someone to kill her, the group will still not fall to him.
Sanders crossed his fingers on overlapping legs: "I still have some money, and I don't feel short of money. Money is a number to me, and making money is a game. I believe you should also know If you have more, you won't feel anything anymore. I don't deny that I like money, but what I pursue more is to use investment methods to make money, not other ways." Laila's eyes never left his eyes, she had always believed that the eyes were the windows to the soul, and since her rebirth, she had developed an almost sixth sense ability to judge people. Isn't Jia Xiaoming an example? No matter who he was perfectly dressed up to be, she could see through it at a glance.
Because of this, she saw that the man was not lying.
If that's the case...
"Does Mr. Sanders know about my mother's previous unhappy marriage?"
"Yes, but not much. I don't think her past matters to me as long as she is with me in the future." That's it." When Quentin heard her change the topic, she knew that she had passed the most important level. This is a good sign, isn't it?
He never thought that one day he would be interrogated as a speculator by a girl in her early 20s. Could it be that he had played too much in the world before and was punished by God?
Laila stood up and walked to the window: "Janet is a woman who advocates romance. If there is color in life, I believe she must be pink. So she married Reynolds in pursuit of love. At that time she was still very young, even younger than I am now. You saw the ending, she gained love and lost love."
"She is very simple, easily deceived, and at the same time very confused in some ways. If you want to be with her, you must always be careful not to let her fall into some small traps." Over the years, If her grandfather hadn't secretly helped her handle some things, her company would have been torn apart long ago.
Of course, these were things that no one would tell Janet. That's what made her think she had some business acumen and occasionally felt a little proud of herself.
Quentin's expression was a bit strange, as the words she was saying weren't what a child should say to someone pursuing her mother. It sounded more like a mother advising someone pursuing her daughter.
"Don't worry; I think I have some brains," Quentin replied.
"That's good," Laila said after that and fell silent.
She could tell that this man was very clever and had a strong personality. If Janet ended up with him, she wouldn't have to worry about her mother being easily deceived due to her innocence.
Quentin was a little stunned.
Is that it? Was that the end of the conversation after saying those few words?
"Don't you want to ask about me?" he inquired.
Laila glanced at him:
"Do you need it? Trust me, if what you just said is not true, you don't want to know what consequences you will face."
"Haha." Quentin laughed. He found that he really fell in love with this girl who could become his stepdaughter, even if he was being threatened. Of course, this love is the love that elders have for younger generations.
Girls who are too smart will put a lot of pressure on a man, but he thinks that such girls are the most radiant and attractive.
Even before, he thought he would pursue such a smart woman as a partner, but he didn't expect that when he saw Janet, it was like the Titanic hitting an iceberg and sinking.