He spoke with such certainty, brimming with confidence.
Even his employees were fiercely loyal to him. If she were to do this, it would be even less understandable...
"I look forward to hearing your good news."
A smile bloomed at the corners of her lips, her eyes twinkling with trust in him.
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In the blink of an eye, it was the day of grandmother's burial.
The Gregory Family didn't issue any notices, but the number of people who came to mourn at the grave kept increasing.
That day, the weather was gloomy too, casting a particularly somber mood over everyone.
A sea of black suits continuously entered Sofia's field of vision.
The city's elite rushed to offer their condolences, each presenting a bouquet of chrysanthemums.
Among them, there were naturally both genuine and feigned words of comfort.
Lydia wept beside them, tears streaming down her face.
