The people in the room could sense that Charles was in a bad mood. No one dared to say anything after Sophia left.
However, James was actually feeling relieved. He soon turned back to his refined and amiable self as usual.
He poured them their alcohol and chuckled lightly. âDonât ruin your mood because of someone irrelevant. Letâs continue drinking.â
He clinked his glass with the others and downed his drink.
The atmosphere in the room turned better. It was as if Sophia never existed. However, the burning cigarette was fading. Charles sat in the middle of the room, not looking very happy.
After getting intoxicated, James and the others were feeling brave. Even so, they were still careful when they talked to Charles. âMr. Harris, what do you think about our companyâs new project?â
After this new project was launched, it would be a great success.
However, the disadvantage of this project was its size. It was too big and would involve a lot of things from funds to other aspects. White Industries would not be able to handle it alone.
âItâs okay.â The cigarette was at its end. Charles threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray.
After everyone in the room heard this, they all had their opinions. At the same time, they were all envious.
There were not a lot of projects that could be approved by Charles. White Industries got themselves a big investor. It was not known how much they could earn in a year.
James could not hide his joy. If he could work with Harris Corporation, he would definitely make a huge profit.
Plus, if they managed to work together for the first time, there would be the second and third time...
âHowever, Harris Corporation does not have any intention to work with anyone at the moment. Sorry.â Charles saw Jamesâ joy and said with an ominous glint in his eyes.
Jamesâ smile froze on his face. It was as if a bucket of water was just poured on top of his head. While panicking, he asked, âSince Mr. Harris thinks this project works, why donât you want to work with me?â
He had been preparing for this project for two years. He kept fighting for a chance to work with Harris Corporation. Before this day, Mr. Harris had indeed expressed that he intended to work with him, so why did he change his mind all of a sudden?â
âAre you questioning me?â The light was bouncing off Charles. There was a shadow of his shirt on his collarbone. It accentuates his frigid expression.
âYouâve misunderstood me, Mr. Harris.â James wanted to make himself look less frantic, but it was difficult for him to look as refined as before. âI just want to know the reason so that I can learn from it.â
âIt has nothing to do with the project you proposed, Mr. White. Itâs just that there are some issues with the capital chain of Harris Corporation.â Charles stood up. âI still have something to take care of. Iâll be leaving first.â
He was being polite, but there was no modesty in what he was doing. After he said that, he left the room without waiting for anyoneâs reactions.
The people in the room stood up when he stood up. After the door closed, they sat down again. James was the only one standing with his glass in his hand. His face was as dark as spilled ink.
Harris Corporation did not monopolized the entire country, but it was an enterprise that was second to none. The management of its capital chain was impeccable. This was often talked about by finance professors in prestigious universities.
However, Charles was saying that there were issues with their capital chain. Obviously, it was an excuse. It was an extremely perfunctory excuse.
âNo wonder Mr. White rejected me when I proposed to work together with him. Looks like he already has an ideal partner.â One person smiled and said, âToo bad, this ideal partner is not too pleased with Mr. Whiteâs proposal.â
âI heard a lot of people talking about White Industriesâ new project recently. They said the rate of return looks decent, so Mr. Harris should not turn down a cake thatâs on the side of his mouth.â
âMaybe what Mr. Harris is not pleased with is not the project but his janitor daughter.â
A few people started mocking him.
Jamesâ face turned from green to white and then to red. It was as interesting to look at.
He placed his glass down and picked up his briefcase. âI still have something to take care of at the office. Iâll be leaving now.â
âDonât be too sad, Mr. White. Youâre not the one to blame for this. After all, no one wants to give birth to a murderer. If you want to blame someone for this, blame your daughter for offending someone who she should not have offended.â The people who were not so close to James were basking in schadenfreude.
James suppressed the anger in his heart and said with a smile, âYouâre mocking me, Mr. Yost. Just use Sophia as a lesson and educate your daughter well. I heard that she has gotten into a few scandals with minor celebrities. Iâm not sure how your in-laws will feel about this.â
The smile on the manâs face disappeared.
When he saw this, James felt slightly better. He left the room after opening the door.
...
Sophia mopped the floor absent-mindedly. She could not put a finger on how she was feeling.
As a stranger, Clara had come all the way to Dream Club to apologize to her because she could not help her. On the other hand, her biological father humiliated her in front of Charles for his own benefit.
There was such a huge difference. She did not even have a chance to lie to herself.
âSophia.â James walked in front of her and called her name with an ashen complexion.
Sophia straightened her back. There was disbelief in her eyes.
He had been calling her Soph for 20 years, and now he was calling her Sophia...
She immediately felt at ease. He did not want her anymore, so what if he called her Sophia?
She held onto her mop and said sarcastically, âAre you finally lowering yourself to talk to a murderer cum janitor, Mr. White?â
âTalk properly. Donât be so peculiar.â James furrowed his brows and scolded.
âWhat identity are you ordering me with, Mr. White?â Sophia chuckled lightly. There was ridicule in her eyes. âAs my father? Or the honorable guest in Dream Club?â
The people walking along the corridor would look at them from time to time to see what they were talking about.
They were talking softly, so James could not hear her clearly. However, when two ladies from Dream Club walked past them, he heard them clearly.
âIsnât that the murderer? Sheâs James Whiteâs daughter!â
âTch, I wonder if heâs only putting on a show when he donates so much money and supplies to charities. If heâs really a philanthropist, will he have a murderer as a daughter?â
Jameâs face was red. He was so ashamed that he wanted to crawl inside a hole.
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He glared at Sophia and said in a low voice, âFollow me.â
After that, he walked to the staircase. He was walking so fast as if he was being chased by monsters.
Sophia looked at his back. She did not know whether she felt mad or disappointed.
Even if Charles was not here, her father who used to dote on her was still refusing to stand next to her in public. He did not want to embarrass himself.
She pressed her lips together and hesitated. Eventually, she placed her tools down and walked toward the stairs.
âLet me ask you, did you cause the scar on Sterlingâs head?â James pointed at her and roared with a suppressed voice.
âYes.â Sophia looked at him. She did not know what she was hoping for. âI wanted to kill myself by crashing the car. In order to save me, Sterling crashed into...â
Smack!
Before she could finish talking, she was interrupted by a loud slap.
Sophia clutched her burning right cheek and stared at James. First, she was in disbelief. Then, she felt cold. In the end, there was only bitterness and disappointment left.