Chapter 30 Her Slender Waist

Charles thought to himself, of course, that's because Remington's right-hand man, a major shareholder of the company, would definitely have a similar presence to Remington.
After closely scrutinizing Remington for a while, Sophia sighed, "Remington, I always feel like you're superior and somewhat detached from worldly affairs. Did you rarely visit night markets like this before going bankrupt?"
Remington's response was unrelated, "Are you sure we shouldn't greet that man?"
Sophia was certain, "He won't buy anything, probably just looking."
The next second, Dylan asked, "Boss, how much is this bag?"
Sophia was certain that Dylan wouldn't buy anything, but he asked, so she had to get up and attend to him.
As Sophia walked over, Dylan stared at her, carefully examining her.
Is this Remington's wife?
Dylan wanted to see what was so special about this woman that the Chairman was so fascinated with, fascinated to the point where she had to become the Waverley House's mistress.
He stared at Sophia, observing her intently.
"What are you staring at?" Remington approached with a sharp gaze, directed at Dylan, full of warning.
Dylan immediately realized his rudeness and quickly averted his gaze, pretending to continue browsing the merchandise.
After being stared at for so long, Sophia felt irritated and didn't feel particularly enthusiastic, as she knew he wouldn't buy anything.
"Are you here to buy clothes or bags?" she asked, mentioning both bags and clothes.
Dylan didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "Our company wants to provide benefits for female employees, but the cost can't be too high, and the quality can't be too poor. I see that all the clothes, bags, and shoes in your regular developer store are suitable. I'll buy them all."
Buy them all?
Could it be too good to be true?
Sophia smiled and said, "Sir, don't joke with me."
"It's true," Dylan took out a stack of cash.
"This is the down payment. You pack everything up now, and after it's all packed, I'll pay the remaining amount and then call a car to take it all away."
Sophia still didn't believe it.
She picked up the stack of cash, all of them genuine, not fake at all.
But she was still puzzled and asked, "Are you really going to buy everything? Everything?"
"The money is in your hands, isn’t it?"
Such a good thing actually fell into her lap.
Sophia still wasn't completely sure and asked, "Aren't you going to negotiate the price?"
Dylan replied, "You can sell them at whatever price you want. Our company isn't short on money."
Sophia quietly contemplated for a few seconds, then said decisively, "Wait here, I'll pack everything for you. Dad, Remington, come help."
Charles said, "Alright, coming, coming."
Dylan politely glanced at Charles, as if greeting the chairman.
While Sophia turned away, Charles gave Dylan a thumbs up, making Dylan feel like he had accomplished something great.
Remington sent Dylan a cold message, "Hurry up and help with the packing."
Dylan quickly went to help. "Boss lady, I'll help you pack, so it'll be faster."
After half an hour of busy work, all of Sophia's merchandise was loaded onto the vehicle sent by Dylan.
As for the remaining payment, Dylan immediately sent it to her via PayPal.
She purchased this batch of goods for a little over 20,000 dollars, and now she was receiving over 30,000 dollars.
She made over 10,000 dollars.
All in just one night.
It felt like winning the lottery.
The owner of the neighboring women's clothing stall ran over, looking envious and jealous. "Miss, that boss really bought everything, all of it?"
Sophia was immersed in joy and said, "Yes."
The women's clothing stall owner was sour and jealous. "You made a big profit, didn't you?"
Sophia downplayed it and said, "Not much, just selling at a low price to sell more."
The women's clothing stall owner muttered sourly, "Making money is making money. Why don't you dare say it out loud? I'm not stealing from you."
Turning around, the women's clothing stall owner went to grab Dylan's arm. "Boss, your company is purchasing women's clothing, why not take mine as well? I'll give you a discount."
Dylan coldly pushed her away. "Who are you?"
The women's clothing stall owner said, "I sell women's clothing too, you know. I'm not just anyone."
Dylan spoke, "No thanks, move out of my way, let me through."
Back in the rented house, Sophia counted the stack of cash she retrieved. 100 bills, plus the PayPal transfer, a total of 36,000.
The feeling of receiving money was truly wonderful.
She looked at Remington with joy, "Remington, how can my luck be so good! Selling over 30,000 US dollars in one night, it's unbelievable."
Charles reaffirmed, "Your luck will only get better in the future."
Remington stood up, "I'm going to take a shower."
Finally, he returned from the bustling and dirty Chinatown. Compared to that place, this shabby yet clean rented house suddenly felt much more comfortable. But he still missed his mansion, his grand villa.
On this hot summer day, how wonderful it would be to swim in his spacious and clean swimming pool!
After showering, Remington received a message from Dylan, "Remington, I feel like Sophia is nothing special. Although she is tall and beautiful, her background is too ordinary, she is not a match for you at all."
Dylan stated the fact.
Remington didn't argue, but sent a message back, "She is different from others."
"How is she different? She can't compare to those doll-faced rich girls. I don't know what the chairman is thinking, making you marry her."
Remington: "Talking so much? Do you think you don't have enough work to do?"
Dylan on the other end stopped talking.
The next day was Monday. Sophia and Remington went downstairs together, both getting ready to go to work. Sophia, as usual, rode a small electric scooter.
She glanced at Remington, "Do you want me to give you a ride to the subway station on my way?"
"No need, I'll walk a few steps." Peter's car was waiting for him across the street.
Sophia warmly offered, "You're walking too slowly, you'll be late for work. Come on, let me give you a ride to the subway station."
Remington looked at her small electric scooter.
She urged, "Come on."
Remington originally wanted to refuse. But as he looked at Sophia's beautiful and delicate face under the gentle morning sunlight, he inexplicably felt that the weather today was exceptionally good.
Even the hot morning breeze felt particularly refreshing. With a momentary lapse of reason, Remington actually got on Sophia's electric scooter. Once he was on, he realized his mistake.
This small and old electric scooter gave him no place to comfortably stretch his long legs.
He wanted to get off, but Sophia had already ridden the scooter, swiftly passing through the crowd and racing out of the alley.
"Can you please ride slower?" Remington reminded as they reached a downhill slope.
Sophia smiled ahead, "What are you afraid of as a grown man? I'm not scared at all. Don't worry, I ride this route often, nothing will happen."
Remington was accustomed to sitting in luxurious cars.
Usually, when he's driven around, his requirement is to have a glass of water on the tray, without a single drop spilled.
The more stability, the better.
But today, he was being carried by a woman on an electric scooter, maneuvering through the noisy horns of cars big and small, experiencing a taste of life-or-death speed.
It wasn't that Sophia was a bad cyclist.
Remington just wasn't used to this mode of transportation.
He regretted getting onto Sophia's electric bike.
When they passed over a speed bump, the car jolted, and Remington instinctively held onto Sophia's waist.
It was only with this gentle embrace that he realized how slender and straight her waist was. This was the first time he held her waist.
He didn't know if it was nerves, or if her waist was too delicate, making him afraid to hold too tightly.
It seemed like she had accepted her relationship with Remington as a married couple.
Only now did she realize that having a partner was quite nice.
On her way to work, she was no longer alone, and she had someone to talk to.
"Remington, you haven't told me yet, which company did you find the new job at?" Sophia asked.
Remington casually brushed it off with a vague comment.
The two chatted along the way.
Mostly, she asked, and he answered.
They arrived at the subway entrance, and Sophia stopped the electric bike. Remington got off, and Sophia approached, tidying up his shirt collar for him.
The shirt was a new one she had bought for him, fitted perfectly, and looked handsome when he wore it.
She smiled and said, "Remington, go to work well, perform well, and strive to get a raise as soon as possible."
"Are you a money-minded person, only thinking about me getting a raise?" Remington didn't smile.
Sophia straightforwardly said, "Didn't we promise to save money together and buy a house? I'm not hoping for you to get a raise, should I hope for you to get a salary cut instead?"
Remington replied, "I understand, I will work hard."
"Well, hurry to catch the subway," Sophia waved her hand.
"Who's this? Dressed so formally today, are you looking for a job?" Connor, who lived nearby, coincidentally bumped into Remington and Sophia. He walked toward them with disdainful eyes.
Sophia's good mood in the early morning was instantly ruined after seeing Connor's face.
Connor stood in front of them, scrutinizing Remington once again.
He always felt that this father who farmed in the countryside and ended up penniless after his business went bankrupt in the city was just a man without a penny.
The look in his eyes had a stifling sense of oppression that made Connor unable to meet Remington's gaze directly.
However, Connor dared to mock him, "Weren't you planning to open a regular store near the park? What happened? Couldn't make it work and now looking for a job? Remington, my brother-in-law's company is hiring security guards. I think you, with your strong physique and simple mind, would be perfect as a watch dog. Shall I introduce you? You can easily make four or five thousand a month."