His assistant relaxed. “Of course. If you help, the resources you provide would be Mason’s condition.”
Vincent stirred his coffee before taking a sip. His assistant asked, “What will you do about your sister then?”
Vincent’s face showed a trace of displeasure. “Nothing.”
He sighed. “Have you found the person who defrauded me?”
“Not yet. Being in the public eye, we cannot draw too much attention. Thus, we can only investigate discreetly.”
Although Vincent wasn’t top-tier, he was certainly a celebrity with a substantial following. Over the years, he’d accumulated quite a fortune. But Vincent had been swindled when he tried to secure a spot on the red carpet at an international fashion week. The money was irretrievable, and the fraudster’s whereabouts were still unknown.
That was why he had been hesitant to contribute during his family’s financially difficult times. He was genuinely poor.
“Fine. Just urge them to pay my salary from the last drama. I’ll be needing it soon.”
“I see.”
Soon, the assistant became anxious. “Your sister is coming closer.”
Disdain was evident on Vincent’s face. “Unbelievable.”
Taking a deep breath, Vincent said, “You go deal with her.”
The assistant nodded.
Preferring silence, Sandra headed toward the second floor. She was unaware that Vincent was there. As she walked upstairs, she noticed numerous bodyguards but didn’t inquire further. Then, someone called out to her.
“Sandra.”
A man in a black suit with sunglasses was watching her from a short distance. Confirming that she was the only woman there, she responded, “Yes?”
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He approached and removed his sunglasses. Sandra, who rarely interacted with her family, didn’t recognize him.
The assistant, acting as though they were acquainted, gestured toward her seat. “May I join you?”
Sandra asked, “Are these your people?”
The assistant was momentarily taken aback by her sharpness. It occurred to him that, despite her background, she must have received some training as the young mistress of the Cooper family. He then spoke plainly, “I’m here to tell you. Although Vincent is your brother, he owes you nothing.”
Sandra was confused by his words. “It’s natural for you to cling to your celebrity brother. But I suggest you don’t.”
Only then did Sandra realize, “Are you Vincent’s assistant?”
Furrowing his brow, the assistant replied, “You didn’t recognize me?”
Believing that she was intentionally trying to attract attention, the assistant looked at her scornfully. “I’ve seen all sorts in this industry, so save your tricks.”
Sandra, having had enough, made a “time-out” gesture. “Why are you saying this to me?”
The assistant rebuked her, “The Cooper family should settle its own affairs and not drag Vincent into them.”
Understanding the situation, Sandra replied, “I have no desire to ask for Vincent’s help. Excuse me, my coffee has gone cold. Please stop wasting my time.”
The assistant stood there, bewildered. Having spent so much time with Vincent, he was unaccustomed to being treated this way. She had certainly impressed him today.
As a country girl, she might lack certain refinements, but she was no less formidable.
He scoffed. “She’d better not show her face to Vincent again.”
Sandra felt a pang of embarrassment.
Wesley, who had overheard the entire conversation, chuckled softly and teased, “A poor sister has been despised?”
Sandra rolled her eyes in response. “How did you manage to say those words with your lips?”
Wesley countered, “How did you know they were those words?”
Caught off guard, she replied, “Well, I guessed.”
Their gazes locked, and in his eyes, there was a turbulence she couldn’t quite decipher.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have coffee stains on my face?”
“No,” Wesley replied, gradually pulling his gaze away.
Sandra, struck by the thought, burst into laughter. “Did you just imagine that I use my lips to check the temperature of your lips?”
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