Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate-Chapter 556 Accepting Her
"Alright, thank you for your hard work, Ophelia. I’ll go listen to the recording first," James Reed apologized, "Sorry, the collaboration with the Peace Corporation is really important. I’ll keep you company later."
"It’s alright, I understand," Ophelia Wilson responded with a smile, "I know how important this is. Go ahead and take care of it."
After hearing James Reed’s appreciative and thankful words, the two bade farewell and hung up the phone.
As soon as the call ended, Ophelia Wilson’s previously upturned lips fell. She really wished James could spend some quality time with her.
But... with James being so busy, she had to be more understanding.
Right, she is not Sophie Wilson, how could she throw such a fit?
Only by being understanding could she become James’s supportive partner.
See, with her help, James will become more and more successful.
Whereas with Sophie Wilson by his side, Charles Seymour... will ultimately end up isolated.
Having figured this out, Ophelia Wilson breathed a comfortable sigh of relief, knowing she would show Sophie Wilson who truly has the last laugh.
In the afternoon, Ophelia Wilson was scrutinizing the script sent by her agent, Albert Fletcher. These days at the Wilson Clan, she barely interacted with Old Mrs. and Mr. Wilson.
Everyone understood their own plans; it’s just that they were all wise enough not to talk about it.
Not being family naturally meant no need to feign any sort of intimacy.
For Ophelia, this was quite liberating; not having to put on a show in front of Old Mr. and Mrs. Wilson made her feel much more relaxed.
Just as Old Mrs. Wilson entered, she noticed Chaya Davis, dressed flamboyantly, about to head out.
Old Mrs. Wilson frowned and snorted disapprovingly.
Of course, Chaya heard it, but her expression didn’t change; if anything, she felt even more smug.
With a daughter and son-in-law backing her now, why should she fear this old woman?
Swaying her hips and swinging her bag, Chaya walked out the door, her swagger infuriating Old Mrs. Wilson.
Old Mrs. Wilson hurried upstairs, sulking, repeatedly comforting herself, "It’s alright, it’s alright, just endure a few more days. Once the Wilson Clan is on board with Peace Corporation, she wouldn’t have to tolerate it anymore."
Chaya’s good mood wasn’t dampened by Old Mrs. Wilson’s presence. Arriving at the salon, she gleefully admired the luxurious hotel.
She finally could come and go at a place like this as she pleased now.
Back when she was a poor man’s wife, how could she ever come to such places?
But now, who’s her daughter?
She’s the fiancée of Seymour Corporation’s future heir, finally accepted by high society.
Chaya entered and greeted the ladies and debutantes inside with a smile.
Mastering the art of small talk, she quickly mingled with these affluent ladies, chatting and laughing, sipping fine wine and savoring exquisite desserts, as time flew by.
After she touched up her makeup in the restroom, Chaya entered a stall, making herself comfortable.
She hadn’t yet emerged when the sound of high heels echoed outside.
"That Chaya Davis is such a joke, donning the same set of jewelry Ophelia Wilson wore at her engagement party. Doesn’t she have anything else? Why always wear the same set?"
"With her status, what money does she have?"
"Hey, isn’t she Ophelia Wilson’s biological mother? Why doesn’t Ophelia buy her more sets?"
