The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 157

Sophia's voice was thick with emotion as she spoke. "Samuel, you're so good to me. You're my savior. You give me a job, and you're always standing up for me. I can't thank you enough."

Hearing her words, I chuckled softly. "You helped me out when I was at my lowest. It's only right to repay kindness with kindness."

Moved by my response, Sophia hesitated for a moment before whispering, "By the way, Samuel, I asked Mr. Jigman about Joshua when I reported in today."

I wasn't particularly interested. But since she brought it up, I asked, "What did he say?"

Lowering her voice, she said, "Mr. Jigman didn't want Joshua to intern at the company, but he was forced by the investors to take Joshua. And guess what? The investor is none other than Abigail's company.

"Apparently, she has spent a fortune to turn Joshua into a multi-talented star. They even have songs and lyrics pre-written for him, claiming he wrote them himself!"

Hearing this, I couldn't help but feel a surge of surprise.

Abigail had always put on a front, pretending that she didn't care about Joshua at all.

But the truth spoke louder—she loved him to her very core. She wasn't just throwing money at him; she was pulling every string she could to pave the way for his success.

And now, she had gone as far as investing in Hanson's company, aiming to have him ghostwrite for Joshua.

I had to admit that the plan to package Joshua as a star was flawless.

Sophia grumbled, "Even if he cheats his way up, it won't last. He doesn't have the talent, and the truth will come out sooner or later. Justice always catches up."

I chuckled wryly. "Let it go, Sophia. It's their business, not ours. Just focus on doing our job at the branch office."

Unfortunately, none of these dishes were what I liked, nor were they made for me.

With a cheerful smile, she sat across from me and handed me some utensils. "Try it and see how it tastes. These are my signature dishes."

I stared at the cilantro on the dish and the mango pudding, frowning in deep thought. One was a vegetable I despised, and the other was a fruit I was allergic to that caused rashes to form all over my body.

Yet, Abigail didn't seem to care. She had even urged me to try the food quickly.

Each time I felt disheartened and utterly hopeless toward her, it was because of these little things.

Seeing me hesitating, she suddenly picked up a piece of rib covered in cilantro and placed it in my bowl.