NovelTrueChapter 728
Mr. Wilson summoned Vivian to his study to question her about how she had handled the situation.
Vivian didn't plan to hide anything-it wasn't something to be ashamed of.
Mr. Wilson laughed heartily and then proudly declared, "That's my granddaughter -irresistibly charming!"
Vivian didn't look happy at all. She was still thinking about the missing shipment and asked with frustration,
"Grandfather, about the Orlando wine..."
Mr. Wilson raised his hand to stop her and gave a light snort, looking completely confident. "Don't worry. | have
my ways to make them spit out what they've swallowed."
Vivian looked at him doubtfully, uncertain what methods her grandfather had in mind, but she didn't press
further.
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Mr. Wilson used sof his government connections. Through strategic arrangements, he quickly persuaded the
former wine suppliers to return all the withheld merchandise.
The Wilson Group returned to smooth sailing.
Meanwhile, Charlotte, who had been set up by Vivian, finally regained her freedom.
She received a reduced sentence for good behavior, and since her child was still very young, the judge was
merciful. After a brief lecture, he made his decision and granted her freedom.
Her little boy was still nursing. Charlotte held him with gentle eyes as the driver waited outside to take her
home.
Mrs. Chancer didn't care at all that Charlotte had been convicted of a crime. Her attention was entirely focused
on her grandson. When she saw Charlotte approaching with the baby, she eagerly rushed forward.
"My goodness, why aren't you shading the baby from the sun? My grandson's skin is so delicate-ultraviolet rays
will surely harm him."
After saying this, she gently took the child from Charlotte's arms, played with him briefly, then carefully handed
him to the nanny.
Looking back, she saw Charlotte staring blankly ahead with a gloomy expression.
Mrs. Chancer, being a woman herself, guessed what Charlotte was thinking. She sighed, took her hand, and
comforted her as they walked, "Couples always have sconflicts. But as they say, 'fight at the head of the
bed, make up at the foot." Things will improve in time. Your main task now to recover properly, complete your
postpartum care, and raise my grandson to be chubby and healthy. Then you won't need to worry about keeping
a man's heart."
Charlotte nodded with a bitter smile. At this point, she could only maintain her position by staying consistent.
Mrs. Chancer thought she had truly accepted the situation and said with satisfaction, "Come, | made chicken
soup for you myself today. Let's go in and try it-see if my cooking skills have declined."
Charlotte responded smoothly, "Mother's cooking is already at its peak-there's no room for decline."
Mrs. Chancer was amused and tapped Charlotte's forehead. "You're always so sweet-talking, praisingas if I'm
one of a kind. Aren't you afraid people will laugh?"
Charlotte acted coquettishly, "My praising you is perfectly natural. Who would dare laugh?"
"By the way, Mother, isn't James here?" Charlotte couldn't help but ask.
Mrs. Chancer's eyes darted away, but she still answered softly, "That's right. He's at the company handling
business."
"So busy?" Charlotte obviously didn't believe it, but there was nothing she could
do about her disbelief. She had to accept the fact that James wasn't as attentive to her as before.
The only thing she could use to hold onto James now was this child.
When Charlotte returned home, dark clouds gathered overhead. The wind stirred the cloud layers. The skies over
East Coast were finally in turmoil.
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