“Hold off on things with Mr. Wilson for now. If you rush to be his wife right now, they'll definitely blame you for his wife's death. Mrs. Wilson's parents are still alive, and they come from a very good family. If they suspect you and Mr. Wilson, life will be hard for both of you.”
“Mom, how can you be so thoughtless?” Joanna was already on edge, and she looked at her mother with frustration.
Sophia hadn't divorced him precisely because she'd thought of all this.
If she got divorced, she'd truly be left with nothing.
That bastard, Mr. Wilson… would he really cherish her after he got her?
She would have nothing, while Mrs. Wilson had skills and a powerful family to back her up, yet she still ended up murdered.
Sophia was a smart woman. She wanted to be Mr. Wilson's wife more, but she also knew he was undisciplined and arrogant. The more he couldn't have something, the more exciting it was. The more you could keep him wanting, the more you could use him to your advantage.
“Joanna, I understand what you mean. I won't divorce your father. As for Mr. Wilson, I know what kind of man he is. He’ll lose interest once he gets me. The more he can't have it, the more stimulating it is. Stringing him along is the best way to make him useful to you. I slept with him today and secured another business deal for you. Tomorrow afternoon, I'll take you to meet the partners.”
Joanna smiled as soon as she heard there was something to gain.
“Mom, you're the best.” She gave a faint, intriguing smile, her eyes filled with a subtle arrogance.
As long as her mother was on her side, she would continue to treat her well.
“Thank you, Mom. If the contract gets signed tomorrow, I'll definitely buy you a bag you'll love.”



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