Chapter 187 Like a Little Hedgehog
When Mr. Wilson said this, Joseph was dumbstruck. This was Miss Medici's father??
What was going on?
The assistant at headquarters had previously told him to take good care of Miss Medici, saying she was the big boss's younger sister!
In other words, Mr. Medici was Miss Medici's real father!
So where did this man come from??
Claiming to be her father...
Abella didn't even bother to look at him and lifted her foot to enter the company, but Mr. Wilson hurriedly blocked her path.
"Abella, this is a chocolate cake I bought for you on the way here, from that expensive dessert shop. You should know the shop's reputation, right? I personally stood in line..."
Upon hearing this, Joseph was both moved and thought highly of the people around Miss Medici. They would frequently buy her expensive desserts, and even personally stood in line...
He was about to compliment them when he heard Miss Medici's indifferent voice.
"The thing I hate the most is chocolate."
Mr. Wilson's face froze, and he hurriedly said, "I remember you loved chocolate the most. Did your taste change as you grew up?"
"Isla loves it the most," Abella coldly added, "From childhood to now, I have hated chocolate. No exceptions."
Now, Mr. Wilson was even more embarrassed. He hastily took out a wallet from his pocket and pulled out a few dollars. "Take this money and buy something you like for yourself. I'm sorry, Dad made a mistake..."
Abella calmly avoided his touch and said, "Get to the point."
Joseph was stunned, thinking to himself, Miss Medici seems to really dislike this middle-aged man. She seemed very impatient with him.
"Abella, last time you accompanied the designer to a competition, and I knows you work here. I came today because I wanted to..." Mr. Wilson's words were interrupted as he suddenly noticed Joseph standing nearby. He asked in confusion, "Abella, is this your coworker?"
"No, I'm Miss Medici's assistant, Joseph. You can call me Joseph..." Joseph hadn't finished his sentence when he received a cold warning gaze from Miss Medici, and he was too scared to continue.
Mr. Wilson looked at Abella in surprise. "You've gone from being a little assistant to becoming the boss?"
"Is there an assistant of your own too?"
"Well, in that case, you should help Dad even more!" Mr. Wilson put away his wallet and explained his intentions, "Q. Rowe Price withdrew their investment earlier, and several major corporations announced that they won't cooperate with us anymore. Recently, a few manufacturers have also terminated their contracts. Dad wants you to help. Take the lead and cooperate with our company..."
"I heard that your production volume has skyrocketed recently, with too many orders to fulfill. You can give them to us..."
Abella understood his intentions and sneered coldly, "Did you hit your head on the way here? Or did all the rain you couldn't see go into your brain? Are you sick and not going to the hospital, instead coming to me to act crazy?"
"You..."
Although Mr. Wilson knew that he would be scolded by her when he came to find her this time, he didn't expect her to scold him so harshly in front of his assistant.
Abella was about to enter the company, but Mr. Wilson blocked her again.
"Abella, even if you don't consider my face, at least think about your grandmother. Ask yourself, has she been good to you all these years? Will you repay her kindness? Now that the Wilson family is in trouble, will you not care? We're only asking for a few orders, not asking for alimony!"
Impatiently, Abella interrupted, "Who do you think you are to say all this to me?"
"Abella! Just consider it a favor from Dad. Even if you don't want to share some orders with us, at least give us a few designs. You're the CEO now, so let Abigail design a few new styles for us for free. We can sell them under a joint name! If you don't want to collaborate with us, we can sell them separately!"
Selling under a joint name would be equivalent to cooperating with The Wilson family company and helping them establish brand recognition...
Letting them sell separately means all the money will go into their pockets?
Designing styles for them for free to help them make money? Even a 30-year-old cerebral thrombosis patient wouldn't say such things.
"Joseph, go call the security guards and tell them that there's a lunatic here spouting nonsense."
"Abella! How can you be so cold-hearted!" Mr. Wilson became anxious and scolded angrily, "The Wilson family has raised you for eighteen years. During these eighteen years, have I ever asked you for a penny? We're only asking you to give us a little from what you withhold. We're not asking for everything you own. Why are you unwilling?"
Abella raised her cold gaze and said coldly, "I have already repaid the kindness of raising me. In these eighteen years, I haven't spent a penny of your family's money!"
Instead, she secretly subsidized The Wilson family and helped The Wilson family!
Every time Mr. Wilson's investments failed, she helped clean up the mess...
Like the last time, they lost billions of dollars in an instant. If it wasn't for her, The Wilson family would have already collapsed!!
And he still has the audacity to show off his intelligence in front of her with his Maybach??
"Abella, Dad doesn't want to argue with you."
Mr. Wilson knew that she was somewhat valuable, so he controlled his temper and said in a gentle tone, "Give me a few songs, I can sell them for you..."
"Why are you still standing there?" Abella coldly looked at Joseph. "Aren't you going to call someone?"
Joseph hurriedly went to call security.
Just as Abella walked into the company, she saw Mr. Wilson about to follow her inside. She warned coldly, "If you dare take one step further, the Wilson family will be over today!"
"You..."
Although he knew she didn't have the ability to do that, her aura was still intimidating...
Seeing Abella heading inside, Mr. Wilson shouted loudly, "Dad is waiting for you at home. When you calm down and rethink things, come back home and Dad will have someone cook your favorite food!"
Abella pressed the elevator button and entered.
"Don't forget, come back home when you have time..." Mr. Wilson saw the elevator doors close, then turned and walked towards his Maybach.
Mrs. Wilson and Isla, sitting in the car, watched him endure the humiliation with seething anger.
"This brat, becoming the CEO of a small company, look at how capable she thinks she is! I don't know what tricks she used to get there. She even has the audacity to show off in front of us..." Mrs. Wilson was furious.
"Dad, Mom, don't be angry. Sister is a kind-hearted person, I believe she will come to her senses sooner or later... Let's go home and wait for news peacefully." Isla sympathetically comforted.
Mrs. Wilson glanced at her daughter, finding her pleasing to the eye no matter how she looked at her. Compared to that Abella, she was much stronger!
Mr. Wilson also realized that Isla was his close confidant, while Abella was like a little hedgehog!
Every time he tried to get close, he would get hurt!
She's not his biological child after all!
As soon as Abella returned to her office, her phone vibrated.
"Abella, come to the hospital quickly. Grandma's condition worsened."
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