Chapter 370: Chapter 370

Chapter 370:

Zola sank back onto the sofa, contemplating that studying abroad might be a more suitable choice for him, considering his exceptional academic performance and talents.

At such a young age, he would attract a lot of attention, and if he chose to pursue a career in business, he’d be really good at it. Why didn’t he choose to study abroad? She needed to talk to him about this.

She was still ruminating on the issue when a call came in from Lydia.

“How’s the investment plan with Brandon going?” Zola asked.

Lydia sighed and answered, “It’s not going well, I’m afraid. He’s already mortgaged every property he owns. He’s unwilling to give in to Travis’s biological father. Men have their pride.”

Brandon was not Travis’s biological father. Travis’s biological father had a strong background.

Zola wasn’t sure who that man was.

She only knew that Lydia had called him their biggest supporter.

It was because of this that Lydia had always helped Zola escape whenever Brandon sent her to sleep with other men.

Lydia wanted Brandon to submit to Travis’s biological father.

“Where have you been? Did Brandon whisk you away again?” Lydia asked. It had been a while since she last saw Zola, so she had to call.

“No, not at all. I met Eileen, and we had a little chat. I’ll be back soon,” Zola answered.

Check updates now on gαℓησν𝓮ℓs․com “Eileen? She’s become quite capable, hasn’t she? You need to become just as powerful. Stabilize and grow the Apex Group so you can pass it on to Travis,” Lydia said.

Zola felt a pang of sadness. All her hard work, just to pass it on to Travis.

She didn’t like it, but she said, “I see.”

Eileen returned home in the evening. As soon as she opened the door, Milford rushed over to her with Gabriela.

“Eileen, you’ll never guess what Bryan did!”

Milford spoke enthusiastically, counting off on his fingers. “Though he only made spaghetti for lunch, that was because we ran out of ingredients. But knowing you were coming back for dinner, he had me watch Gabriela for two hours this afternoon while he dashed to the nearby market to buy groceries. He’s been holed up in the kitchen ever since he got back!”

Bryan was known for his culinary talents, which Eileen had enjoyed in the past.

It had been quite some time since Eileen last savored Bryan’s cooking, and Milford’s vivid description had whetted her appetite.

Additionally, a subtle and unfamiliar aroma wafted through the large living room from the kitchen.

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