Chapter 293 Wilson's Manipulative Tactics
Wilson arrived at the company, and Ethan planned to meet with Evelyn.
"Tap, tap, tap." The sound of knocking on the car window came from outside.
Edward had a gloomy expression on his face as he glanced at Ethan, who had bandages on his head.
Ethan froze, realizing that he had forgotten about Edward.
"I called you so many times, and you didn't answer any of them. What's the meaning of this?" Edward spoke sullenly.
Ethan glanced at his phone, feeling slightly guilty, but not too much. "What good can it bring me if you're looking for me?"
Ethan didn't have a good impression of the people from the Cunningham Family right now.
Whether Wilson was their daughter or not, these three brothers from the Cunningham Family were all troublesome.
Edward got into Mitchell's car, slamming the door shut.
Mitchell was a car lover, and he glanced back at Edward with concern. "Mr. Edward, this is your brother's car."
Edward snorted and looked at Mitchell. "You go downstairs."
Mitchell obediently nodded. "Okay then!"
Ethan thought Mitchell had no principles. Who did he belong to? If Edward told him to go downstairs, he just went?
But Ethan didn't say anything. He was also wary.
If Wilson really was the daughter of the Cunningham family, then the Cunningham family's three troublesome individuals would become his future father and brothers-in-law.
"Is there something wrong?" Ethan looked at Edward.
"You should already be aware of the situation with the Cunningham family," Edward said cutting to the chase. "I want to secretly conduct a paternity test for Wilson and my mother."
Ethan frowned and looked at Edward. "Do you suspect that Wilson is your half-sister?"
"Annabelle is not one of us in the Cunningham family. The reason we haven't exposed her is because it's not the right time yet," Edward explained with deep meaning.
Ethan understood what Edward meant.
He was wary of Sophia and those people.
"I have only told you about this. Nolan and Edgar don't know. For Wilson's safety, I ask that you keep it a secret," Edward said with a hint of threat in his eyes.
Ethan had nothing now. If Wilson really was The Cunningham Heiress, then he was truly a lucky person blessed by the heavens.
"Nolan and Edgar don't know about this?" Ethan sneered. "No wonder those two are acting like fools."
Ethan is now waiting to see Nolan's face when this drama unfolds.
If Wilson really was the Cunningham Heiress, he was waiting to see Nolan's reaction change.
Nolan had bullied Wilson so much in the past, and this matter wouldn't be easily forgiven.
Edward reminded Ethan to speak more tactfully, after all, they were his older and younger brothers.
"The Cunningham Brothers only have you as a sane person," Ethan said, satisfied with Edward's approach, whether it was temporary concealment or secretly coming to discuss it with him.
"Today, my wife and I encountered a car accident as we got off the subway station," Ethan leaned back in his seat, purposely emphasizing the keyword ‘my wife’ to remind Edward that Wilson is his wife.
"Those people were after Wilson?" Edward worried about Wilson and didn't care much about what Ethan was saying.
"Yes," Ethan nodded. "I found out that Sophia and Willian's daughter had actually been in Silverlight City for years. I plan to meet this illegitimate daughter."
Edward frowned.
Indeed.
Sophia and Willian's daughter had indeed been in Silverlight City all along.
"Let's have Wilson take a paternity test first. Now it seems that Sophia is getting nervous. It must be because my mother gave that set of jewelry to Wilson at the banquet and it frightened her," Edward never expected that his mother would unintentionally give her favorite set of jewelry to her biological daughter.
Even without the paternity test, Edward was now almost certain that Wilson was his sister.
Otherwise, Sophia wouldn't be so desperate.
Once these people start to panic, their true intentions will be revealed.
At the Cunningham Family.
Wilson came to work. Although Ethan had protected her and prevented her from getting hurt, her hand was still scraped and wrapped in some gauze.
Nolan was clearly worried. He walked out of the office, glanced at Wilson, and furrowed his brows. "You got hit by a car while walking. How unlucky are you, Wilson!?"
Wilson gave Nolan a disdainful look.
Wilson was already exhausted and couldn't complain anymore about Nolan's offensive remarks.
Nolan's gaze fell on Wilson's injured hand, and his brow furrowed even more. "Give the documents to Elena. You're not efficient at all. Come with me to the club. I have a social engagement tonight."
Nolan clearly meant that he didn't want Wilson to carry anything heavy due to her injured hand, but when he said it out loud, it sounded derogatory.
Wilson helplessly glanced at Elena and handed her the documents.
Elena also expressed helplessness. Mr. Cunningham was just that kind of person, who liked to scold others.
They followed behind Nolan, resembling attendants holding a scepter for a prince.
Nolan still maintained his air of authority. Although the Cunningham Family wanted to expand into the Silverlight City market, they had to lower their status and attend many social engagements. But Nolan was not capable of lowering his status.
His arrogance could reach the sky.
At the Starlink Club.
"Tonight, Mr. Cunningham and the people from Westing Town are having dinner. You know that Mr. Cunningham doesn't really like these people. They appear to be gentlemen, but they insist on coming to the Starlink Club. Everyone knows what the Starlink Club is for; it's a bunch of old rogues," Elena complained.
Wilson also knew that the Starlink Club in Silverlight City was a subsidiary of SHC Group, which ultimately belonged to Henry.
The Starlink Club itself was established by Henry's father back then, solely for the convenience of SHC Group to negotiate partnerships. It was because of the Starlink Club that SHC Group had a firm foothold in various commercial districts.
After all, there were too many bosses willing to come to the Starlink Club, and the leverage they left behind was all in the hands of the SHC Group.
"This beauty looks pretty good."
Wilson didn't want to watch those people in the private room making raucous noises, taking advantage of the beautiful women. She quietly sneaked into the restroom alone.
Just as she walked out of the restroom, she heard a woman cry for help.
"I'm sorry, sir, please don't do this. You've had too much to drink. I'm not here to accompany guests and drink, I'm only here to deliver drinks.
"Sir, if you continue like this, I'll call for help."
The girl was on the verge of tears, nervously looking around. "Help!”
"Scream all you want. I want to see who dares to come and save you!" The man seemed arrogant, dragging the girl toward the private room.
The girl seemed young, like a student working part-time.
Wilson recalled her own past when she had also been bullied and cried out for help in a helpless situation.
But back then, no one came to her rescue, so she decided to step in and help this girl.
"What are you doing?" Wilson walked out of the restroom and grabbed the girl's wrist, pulling her behind her.
Perhaps because of Ethan's care during this period of time, Wilson had become noticeably braver.
She was no longer afraid because she had confidence.
Even though she didn't want to invite trouble for Ethan, she knew she had the ability to handle this situation.
"What's it to you?" The man looked Wilson up and down. He saw that Wilson looked good and had thoughts of getting physical with her. "You want to take her place? Fine, come and drink with me."
"Thank you, sister. You should go now. He's drunk," the girl said with teary eyes, afraid of causing trouble for Wilson.
"Ah!" The man became even more aggressive, putting his hands on the girl's waist and buttocks.
"Do you know who my boss is?" Wilson stepped in front of the girl and asked.
"I don't care who your boss is. Anyone who dares to stop me from touching any woman I want is an idiot!" The man, fueled by alcohol, became arrogant.
Wilson nodded and turned to Nolan standing at the door of the private room, shouting, "Boss, he called you an idiot, and I can't tolerate it."
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