Laila hesitated, not because she was very opposed to the proposal, but because she didn't know if she would be able to handle such a heavy responsibility.
In her previous life, she was just a daughter of ordinary commoners, maybe a bit of a bookworm, maybe her head was always in the clouds because of being a movie buff, but that didn't mean she knew everything. Reincarnation only gave her a different perspective from future generations, but it didn't transform her into a superhuman. Just because she was reincarnated didn't mean she became a master of all elements, able to unleash the magic of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth.
The charity organization sounded like a good place. If she was only doing it to polish her image, she could easily agree. But she was not an irresponsible person; on the contrary, she was always serious about her work, which made people around her feel headache.
Whether she could take over, whether she could run it, whether she could always adhere to the purpose of the charity organization and continue the cause of helping women and children, honestly, she had no confidence at all.
"Miranda, thank you for considering me. But I don't have the confidence to take it over." The incident of a certain beautiful woman in her past life being ruined by a certain charity organization seemed to be right in front of her eyes. She was just one person, with only two eyes. She dared not guarantee that she could keep an eye on everyone. How many people could keep their original intentions when faced with wealth?
It's not that she sees people in a bad light, it's just human nature.
Why can many couples who work together endure hardships together in difficult times but separate when they become rich? Why is there a saying that "men become bad when they have money"? It's all because of human nature. Some people can control it, while others cannot.
Miranda didn't mind her rejection either. "There's no rush now. Wait until I retire, and I believe you will change your mind. Even if you still insist on your decision at that time, I will persuade you to change your mind."
She said it with great confidence, which made Laila smile bitterly. She couldn't flatly say now that she would definitely not take over. Anyway, Miranda still looked strong, so there was no need to worry about her not being able to persist for the next three to five years. If she had grown up by the time Miranda retired, then there would be no problem.
After parting ways with Miranda, Laila received a call from her grandfather before she even returned home.
"I heard that Miranda wants to hand over her charity organization to you?"
Since the news had spread so quickly, Miranda must have told him. Laila nodded, "Yes, but I feel that I am not qualified enough right now, so I refused."
Oswald did not persuade her to take over. Instead, he said from her perspective, "I'm glad you take this matter seriously. You are still too young now, and it may be difficult for you to take over that organization so easily. Don't be too hard on yourself. If you're interested, take it; if you're not, refuse. That old lady is too scheming. Even if I don't wait for you to take over, when will it be her turn?"
So that's what he cared about?
Laila rubbed her forehead. "Grandpa, you are still very strong and can cultivate another outstanding successor. I really don't think I'm suitable. William is good, I think he has inherited Quentin's talent in numbers and has great potential." Why does everyone always forget that she's just a director?
The old man snorted, "William is indeed good, but don't forget he's a Quentin! Are you going to let me, the old man who founded this business, watch it be taken away by someone else?"
It was probably due to the influence of her Grandma's Eastern origins, Oswald had been influenced by Eastern thinking in many ways. Laila didn't expect him to consider this aspect when he wanted her to inherit the business. But was that really okay?
"Grandpa, although my surname is Moran, I will get married eventually. Your business will have to belong to someone else."
"Do you mean your child?" The old man suddenly smiled cunningly. "Don't worry, I've already talked to Roy. Your children will be surnamed Moran in the future! If there are more, they will take his surname."
Laila was stunned. "When did this happen? Why didn't I know?" And what do you mean by having more and taking his surname? Did he plan to have her give birth to several?
Oswald accidentally let something slip, coughed, and then said, "Isn't it because I want to give him face? My granddaughter is more than enough to marry a prince. That kid is pretty good-looking, but his background is a bit lacking. I didn't object to you being with him, which was already giving him face. What else does he have to argue with me about?"
Laila's face turned cold. "Grandpa, I hope you're not serious, are you?" She always thought he was not someone who cared about social status, so why did he bring up this topic of social status?
The old man was just bragging, but he had to stick to it at this point, "Am I wrong? You are the daughter of our Moran family, talented and beautiful. Who can't you match with? Why force yourself to be with a street thug you picked up?"
Laila's face grew cold: "Grandpa, I hope you're not serious. Haven't you seen Roy's efforts? He didn't have a good upbringing, that's not his fault. On the contrary, he took good care of his brother, even if he used some bad means, he never lost his faith in hope.
Although I brought him to Hollywood if he didn't have his own strength there, even if I gave him the opportunity, do you think he could have held on? And don't forget, if he hadn't risked his life to save me in the desert, I would have turned into a grain of sand in the desert blown away to who knows where!"
The old man regretted his words when he said them, but at his age, he often acted like a child. What they say about old rascals, old kids, that's him.
It was rare to hear Laila speak so much at once, but it was a lesson to herself. The old man's face couldn't hold up: "Was I wrong? He was originally a street hoodlum! If it weren't for you, could he have the life he has now? He did save you, but didn't you also turn him into a big star? If saving your life means you have to give yourself to him, should I have several more grandsons-in-law who are bodyguards in the future?"
Laila originally had a stomach full of anger, but she was amused by his last sentence, "What's all this about? Do you want me to encounter several life-threatening situations so that I need to be saved by bodyguards?"
And several more grandchildren-in-law who are bodyguards... Why does she have to be so unlucky to keep encountering life-threatening situations?
The old man also felt that he had said something silly and couldn't help but laugh.
With this laugh, the tense atmosphere between the two also dissipated.