The speaker was a female entrepreneur, her cold gaze fell on Gillian Thompson, and she sneered, "You're Gillian Thompson, right?"
She looked around, her cold voice passing word by word into everyone's ears: "The one who called us was Ivy Thompson, not Gillian Thompson!"
A single stone caused a thousand ripples, and the laughing faces of these people suddenly froze as they all looked at Gillian Thompson.
Gillian's face flushed slightly, her fingers digging deep into her flesh, using all her strength to maintain her composure on the surface.
"You've got it wrong, the one who called was my adopted daughter." Daniel Thompson corrected her with a smile, "We haven't known Ivy for long, she hasn't been involved in the company's operations and doesn't understand these things, so she couldn't have called you."
Smart people could tell that this was an indirect hint that Ivy Thompson was uneducated.
