Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate

Chapter 1030: Making a Show of Proper Etiquette

Ethan Seymour’s family brushed the matter aside so easily, and the family remained harmonious as ever.As for the Wilson Clan, Old Mrs. Wilson and Mrs. Wilson were on the verge of madness.

"Jerry Taylor, is that Jerry Taylor?" Old Mrs. Wilson rubbed her eyes vigorously, fearing her poor vision had made her mistake someone else for him.

After a brief shock, Old Mrs. Wilson’s face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Jerry Taylor, Jerry Taylor turned out to be an engineer!

Charles is the chairman of Peace Group.

Sophie Wilson is the owner of Lingzhu Jade.

Old Mrs. Wilson suddenly felt all her strength drain away, slumping onto the sofa, pressing her head, and staying silent for a long time.

What exactly was he fighting for back then?

If they had acknowledged Sophie Wilson at that time, then now... the Wilson Clan...

"Let’s have Sophie Wilson come back now." Old Mrs. Wilson said excitedly, clearly having figured out the benefits involved.

"Are you going to sever ties with Emerie?" Old Mrs. Wilson asked weakly.

Now, it seemed like every word he spoke cost him all his strength.

"How could that be?" Old Mrs. Wilson exploded upon hearing this, "That’s my daughter, how could I possibly sever ties with her?"

Old Mrs. Wilson sarcastically curled his lips: "Don’t forget, your son said that if you want them to come back as a family, you have to sever ties with Emerie!"

"No, no, absolutely not!" Severing ties with Emerie Wilson would be like cutting out Old Mrs. Wilson’s heart.

She would never agree to it.

However, Old Mrs. Wilson didn’t want to give up the benefits within reach: "Then I’ll secretly go see Emerie."

"Do you think Sophie Wilson is stupid?" Old Mrs. Wilson chuckled coldly, in that laughter, besides sarcasm, there was endless desolation.

"What, what should we do?" Old Mrs. Wilson said painfully, "No matter what, they’re still part of the Wilson Clan, could they really be so heartless?"

"Isn’t this too inhumane?" Old Mrs. Wilson grumbled irritably.

Old Mrs. Wilson just sneered and said nothing.

Old Mrs. Wilson resentfully pushed him: "Say something."

"Say what?" Old Mrs. Wilson was even more annoyed than she was, "We have no way back now, we’re on James Reed’s pirate ship, we can only keep moving forward."

"What, what if..." Old Mrs. Wilson asked tremblingly, "If by any chance..."

Thinking of possible future situations in the company, she dared not finish her sentence, fearing that speaking it out would make it come true.

"It won’t happen." Old Mrs. Wilson was calm now, "There’s hope on James Reed’s side too. Now, we’ll just have to see how things go."

"We absolutely can’t panic now, and we definitely can’t contact Mason immediately. Otherwise, they won’t know what to think of us." Old Mrs. Wilson didn’t want anyone to mistakenly think they were opportunists.

No matter what, Jerry Taylor is still their junior, and as elders, they must present themselves properly, keeping their dignity.

The next day, Clarissa Taylor went to Jerry Taylor for a thorough conversation, after which she sighed, "Bro, you’ve had it tough."

"But, you’re also quite cunning," Clarissa Taylor half-jokingly accused, "Why did you agree so readily to Chaya Davis’s marriage proposal back then?"

"She was just using me, and I took advantage of the situation to use her too." Jerry Taylor sighed softly.