Chapter 140 Success
The dining table was filled with various delicious dishes.
"Steven, it's been a while since you've been home. Tonight, accompany your father for a drink." Mr. Medici poured a glass of red wine for his eldest son and said to the girl beside him, "Lola, you're young, just have some beverages."
Lola took the opportunity to act coquettishly, "I also want to drink with my big brother!"
"Be good, when you grow up, we'll talk about it." Mr. Medici poured himself another glass and happily asked his eldest son, "I heard that things have stabilized in the foreign country?"
"Yes, it's almost there." Steven had been busy over there for several months, clearing many obstacles, and finally the situation had stabilized.
His gaze swept around, why were there only four sets of bowls and chopsticks?
Apart from his parents', there were only his and Lola's.
What about his own sister?
While Mrs. Medici was busy arranging things, she said, "Abella just called me earlier, saying that she has some work that hasn't been finished..."
"Work?" Steven was a bit surprised.
Isn't his younger sister only eighteen years old?
She's the same age as Lola, how can she be working so soon?
"You don't know yet? Our clothing company, she has been managing it recently. You should have received news about the things she's been doing, right?" Mr. Medici poured his glass into Steven's and then said with emotion, "I didn't expect your younger sister to be so young and have such great business talent. She's only been there for a few days and has already uncovered so many worms! She even caught the biggest mastermind behind it all!"
Thinking of Benjamin, Mr. Medici got a strong headache...
Steven thought of the recent series of events in the company and instinctively asked that name, "Abella?"
So she is not a Wilson?
"Yes, Abella, your own younger sister!"
Upon hearing the words "own younger sister," Lola bit her lip and picked up a public chopstick to pick up food for her big brother, "Big brother, this is your favorite meat, eat more."
"Thank you." Steven was usually indifferent, but when he looked at his family, there was a hint of tenderness.
Lola felt much more comfortable in her heart. That foolish person, even when her big brother came back, she didn't hurry to get close to him, instead went off to work!
No brain!
She attentively poured wine for her big brother and parents, as warm as a cotton coat.
Thinking of the person who had caused a great commotion in the clothing company recently, and turned out to be his own younger sister, Steven's gaze deepened slightly, quite interesting.
Tomorrow is the new launch, she didn't come home for dinner, she should be busy with tomorrow's affairs?
Although he hadn't met her yet and didn't know much about her personality and how she handled things, the fact that she had such ability, courage, and career-oriented mindset at such a young age gave him a good impression.
"If it weren't for your younger sister being so young, I would really consider handing over the other companies to her to manage." Mrs. Medici had great trust in her baby daughter's business abilities, but she is still young and Mrs. Medici doesn't want her to be overworked since she just returned home.
While Mrs. Medici was eating, she suddenly remembered something and said, "Oh, by the way, she mentioned on the phone earlier that she will be participating in some design competition in a few days. The timing is tight, so she might not come home early these nights."
Since her return home, this young girl has been focusing on work, which is quite heart-wrenching. At first, she was given the company just to have some fun and enjoy herself, without expecting her to accomplish anything remarkable. However, she has been quite responsible, which surprised everyone. Not only has she managed the company effectively, but she has also been able to maintain her interests and hobbies and even found time to compete.
"Abella is also participating in a design competition?" Mr. Medici was quite surprised.
"I only heard her mention it once... I never expected her to not only manage the company but also have design skills," Mrs. Medici felt proud and happy for her daughter, but also felt that she was working too hard every day, especially considering her young age.
She needs to be supported and checked in on later...
We should find some time to ask if she likes this job. If she doesn't, we should encourage her to quit and enjoy life.
Design competition?
Steven suddenly remembered what Patrick had said about being invited to be a judge at a design competition...
But he declined because he didn't have the time.
"Oh, by the way, have you heard from Blake, our second, third, and fourth sons? Have they said when they will be returning? It's been so many days, and no one has called me!" Mrs. Medici took a sip of wine and continued,
"No." Steven rarely contacts them, but they occasionally send him messages, especially Blake, who is quite talkative. However, he doesn't reply much as he is mostly focused on work.
In the past two years, he has been busy expanding the group's business and capturing more foreign markets. Some local departments targeted the Chinese, making things difficult, while others were stubborn and hard to deal with. Fortunately, with his efforts, the group has grown more than two times its size when Mr. Medici handed it over to him.
Other than work, he rest. His family knows his precise schedule, so not receiving a response from him is not a cause for concern...
"I heard that our group has recently achieved new breakthroughs in research and development, attracting the attention of certain influential forces abroad. You need to be careful in the future," Mr. Medici said. Although he trusts his eldest son's capabilities, he knows that these forces are not to be underestimated, as it is a competition between nations, albeit without overt conflict.
"I will handle it, don't worry."
With the assurance from his eldest son, Mr. Medici felt relieved. "Dad knows you are capable... You have always been the one who puts my mind at ease. Just be careful not to tackle too much."
"Tired, need to rest..."
"Son rarely comes back, let's not talk about work." Mrs. Medici picked up her chopsticks and picked out food for Steven. "Come, eat more, this is your favorite."
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