Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 175: What a Way to Relax

Sheffield Family’s old residence.

Sophie Sheffield hung up the phone and went downstairs to the living room.

In the living room, the elderly lady, her daughter, son, and daughter-in-law were chatting.

Sophie Sheffield opened the online revelations about Thea Tate for the elderly lady to see.

"Grandma, I told you Thea Tate wasn’t good. Look how messy her private life is. You used to want her to marry my brother and be my sister-in-law. If such a woman really married into our family, then our Sheffield Family would be the biggest joke in Crestwood."

Susan Saxon was sitting on the living room sofa. She glanced at the content on Sophie Sheffield’s phone screen with a face full of disdain, dismissing it with a wave of her hand, "Take it away, quickly. I’ve seen these things long ago."

"Hmm? You’ve seen it? When?" Sophie Sheffield’s eyes flashed with surprise.

"Your brother sent it to me on the day of the birthday banquet." The elderly lady’s face sank a bit, "It was certainly a large birthday gift, making me completely change my view on that Thea Tate."

"So your brother showed it to you on the day of the birthday banquet, I wondered why your attitude towards Thea Tate changed drastically that day."

Sophie Sheffield suddenly noticed an important detail in the conversation.

"Huh, wait, so the online content is revealed by my brother?" Sophie Sheffield clapped her hands, "Nicely done! Thea Tate provoked Clara several times; she should have learned her lesson!"

"Grandma, you used to say Clara wasn’t as good as Thea Tate, always wanting my brother and Clara to divorce, for Thea Tate to be your granddaughter-in-law. Now you see who really is the best choice for your granddaughter-in-law, right?"

Joanne Quincy also said, "Yeah, Mom, I told you Clara is a good girl, obedient, sensible, and filial, and you didn’t believe it before."

Susan Saxon let out a long sigh, "Ah—"

"Thea Tate seemed to be a dignified and elegant girl, but turns out to be such a person..." Susan Saxon’s eyes were full of disdain, "Tsk, the Tate Family really has failed in educating their daughter."

"Thomas Tate is no good himself, so it’s no surprise he has raised such a daughter." Rose Sheffield sneered, her eyes full of scorn, "Using the internet to build a doting father persona, getting a lot of benefits. People online say he’s a good man, a good father, even improving the public image of the Tate Group significantly."

Rose Sheffield chuckled, "The netizens are naively stupid, believing whatever they’re told, unaware that the so-called good man and good father has mistresses outside, even has four illegitimate children, and spoils his daughter. Truly a big joke."

"Indeed, Thomas Tate, say no more, he’s indeed good at marketing," Zeke Sheffield, Silas Sheffield’s father, chimed in.

Susan Saxon said, "Learned from his grandfather, I used to hear my parents say their Tate Group initially rose with marketing done by Thomas Tate’s grandfather when he was young."

Thomas Tate’s grandfather and Susan Saxon’s parents were in the same generation.

The Saxon Family used to be a very prominant family in Crestwood with a thriving business.

But later, Susan Saxon’s parents died in a car accident, the company management fell into a deadlock, and almost went bankrupt.

Luckily, the old Sheffield patriarch intervened and revived the company for her.

Later, she married the old Sheffield patriarch, and the Saxon Family’s business merged into the Sheffield Family, thriving under the Sheffield Group.

Rose Sheffield: "Yes, they are indeed good at marketing, making consumers willingly pay."

Rose Sheffield crossed her arms, looking comfortably at ease, "Now with Thea Tate’s incident, their company is certainly going to take a significant hit. I’d like to see how the Tate Family plans to handle this one."

"By the way, are Silas and Clara coming back for lunch today?" The elderly lady Susan Saxon looked at Sophie Sheffield, "Sophie, give your brother a call, ask them to come back for lunch."

Ever since the birthday banquet where Susan Saxon received Clara personally hand-embroidered peony picture, her liking for Clara was evident.

Sophie Sheffield smiled, "I’ve called, they’re busy, not coming back for lunch today."

Susan Saxon was puzzled, "How busy can they be, not even coming back for a meal?"

Sophie Sheffield wanted to say, "they’re busy helping you hold your great-grandchild earlier."

Though it was a tease, it wasn’t suitable for dignified occasions. Her upbringing wouldn’t allow her to say such words in front of so many elders.

She could only smile tactfully, "My brother is, after all, the CEO, a pile of matters awaiting him to deal with."

The elderly lady was successfully diverted by her granddaughter, truly believing Silas Sheffield was busy with work, "They’ve returned to Crestwood but haven’t come back to the old residence for a meal; no matter how busy with work, it’s not to the extent of not having time for a family meal, right?"

"Mom, I’ll call Silas and ask them to come back for lunch tomorrow." Joanne Quincy said.

"Wait a moment, Mom." Sophie Sheffield stopped her, "Call later. I just spoke with Clara, and she said my brother is in a video conference."

Sophie Sheffield told a benign lie. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

She feared Mom’s call would interrupt Clara and brother’s romantic time.

...

Clara Sterling and Silas Sheffield finished and it was already one in the afternoon.

Clara Sterling was exhausted, lying on the bed, not moving.

This man’s stamina was truly terrifying.

They stayed up all night, slept at daybreak this morning, when Sophie Sheffield called, it was eleven.

Once he woke up, he actually clung to her for two hours.

Was he never tired?

Perceiving the woman’s somewhat resentful gaze, Silas Sheffield seemed to know what she was thinking, smilingly said, "Not tired, this kind of thing is relaxing for me."

"Also a kind of enjoyment," the man added.

"..."

Quite a relaxation.

Knowing full well almost the entire process was him exerting himself, he didn’t feel tired but called it relaxing.

Looks like none of those eight-pack abs was trained in vain.

Silas Sheffield carried Clara Sterling in his arms to the bathroom for a together shower.

After showering, Silas Sheffield dried her hair.

"Want to eat out or at home?"

Clara Sterling was sitting on a chair, holding her phone, scrolling through the comments on Thea Tate’s revelations, casually replied, "Eat out; haven’t had hot pot for a while. Today I want hot pot."

"Alright."

...

Tate Family.

"So you mean the online revelations are Silas Sheffield’s doing?" Thomas Tate frowned tightly.

Isaac Sutton nodded, "Yes, I believe Miss Tate has similar suspicions as I do."

Thomas Tate looked at his daughter Thea Tate, his eyes still filled with disgust.

This time her scandal not only shamed the Tate Family but also negatively impacted the Tate Group’s corporate image and market value.

Thomas Tate values face greatly, and now because of Thea Tate, he’s become Crestwood’s laughing stock; how could he still be friendly towards Thea Tate.

He glared at Thea Tate, speaking coldly, "Do you also believe it was Silas Sheffield?"

Thea Tate, having been slapped by Thomas Tate yesterday, was still angry; her face did not look good, but she answered his question, "Yes."