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Chapter 63 - 63- Wilson’s sister
Love breeds anger, love breeds hatred, love breeds obsession, love breeds longing. Without love, none of these emotions would exist. And for him, at this moment, she felt nothing—no love, no hatred.
Even though rumors about his relationships with other women were rampant, even though he was surrounded by women, even though the woman in his arms was exceptionally beautiful, Cynthia didn't let any of it bother her.
From the corner of her eye, she noticed him and the woman sitting next to her. She continued to ignore them, but then it occurred to her—this woman was familiar. She seemed to be the same one who had been with him the last time she was at the bar, promoting drinks.
As the guests arrived and the dishes started to come out, Wendy and Maureen Lancaster had been excited about this dinner, but since seeing him with another woman, they had grown uneasy. They couldn't focus on the meal.
Maureen Lancaster, especially, felt terribly guilty. Wendy, on the other hand, tried to act cheerful, chatting with Albert Wilson to express her thanks. After all, she had been in the business world for years and was used to putting on a good face, even though there was a tinge of discomfort in her heart.
The two of them had been hoping to spend some quality time with their family, but now, in the middle of their plans, a stunning woman had appeared. Maureen Lancaster and Cynthia might not have known, but Wendy was well aware of the situation.
The woman was Albert Wilson's secretary, and it was rumored that their relationship went beyond professional—it was said that Vice President Wilson's indulgence toward her had reached an almost reckless level.
If there was nothing suspicious between them, why would he spoil this woman so much? Look at her now—she was reclining in his arms, coquettishly demanding this and that, completely ignoring the people around her.
Cynthia could sense the discomfort and unease between Wendy and Maureen Lancaster. To ease the tension hanging between them, she occasionally raised her head to say a few words to the two of them, trying to relieve the strained atmosphere.
After they had eaten halfway through, the man got up to go to the restroom. Soon after, Cynthia made an excuse to leave as well. As she stepped out of the private room, she saw him, arms crossed, leaning against the wall, watching her with a smug look in his dark eyes.
His attitude angered her, and she clenched her fists, marching toward him and glaring at him coldly.
"Albert, what exactly do you want to do with Maureen's family?"
His lips curled into a slow smile, though his voice remained innocent.
"I just helped them out once. What do you think I'm doing to them?"
She didn't hesitate to interrupt him, her voice sharp.
"Stop with the fake kindness. This might just be another one of your underhanded schemes!"
He was momentarily taken aback by her words, and in his frustration, he almost seemed ready to slam his head into the wall. With a cold glance, he snapped,
"You're really ungrateful, aren't you?"
Albert Wilson, after delivering his cold words to Cynthia, planned to step back into the private room. He had truly considered targeting Maureen Lancaster's family. He had sworn to himself that no one from the Lancaster family would escape unscathed. He would not take William S. Lancaster's life directly, but he intended for William to witness the destruction of his daughters, watching them suffer and fall one by one. And when William could no longer bear the torment of seeing his family destroyed, he would drive him to despair, leading him to take his own life.
This was part of his plan—stopping the acquisition of Wendy's company through Monica and Jim, as Wendy's company had encountered a problem just in time, and his people were in place to solve it for her. As far as Wendy's situation went, with just a small push from him, he could have left her company in ruins, but after being scolded by her earlier that day and seeing her collapse in the snow, a strange feeling of hesitation began to surface within him.
Unexpectedly, Wendy had invited him to dinner, mentioning that she would attend as well. Naturally, he decided to go. However, Monica insisted on tagging along, eager to provoke Cynthia and perhaps improve her relationship with her.
As he walked toward the private room, a small hand reached out from behind and grabbed his collar. It was Cynthia, desperate and pleading, her voice filled with sincerity and a touch of desperation.
"Albert, please... don't hurt Maureen! She's the kindest, most gentle among us."
Her voice wavered with emotion. He turned around to face her, his touch gentle as he patted her head. But his voice, though calm, was as cold as ice.
"I think you're the kindest one here—more concerned about others while you can't even protect yourself."
Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away, leaving her seething with frustration. Cynthia stared at his retreating figure, the impulse to curse him out nearly overwhelming her. How could this man be so heartless? Was he really going to let Maureen Lancaster's family off the hook?
Lost in her thoughts and anxiety, she was making her way back to the private room when the striking woman from earlier appeared at the door, waving her hand toward Cynthia with a mysterious gesture. Though reluctant, Cynthia reluctantly approached, curiosity mixed with unease.
Cynthia, still processing the encounter with the striking woman, was momentarily taken aback. Normally, she was a friendly and approachable person, but today, her mood was already strained—especially after the unsettling conversation with Maureen Lancaster. In any other situation, she might have been intrigued by this woman's bold, free-spirited personality. She seemed to live life on her own terms, loving who she wanted to love and doing what she wanted to do. But now, it just added to her confusion.
Just as she was about to take in the moment, the woman, with a sweet smile, called out to her, "Cynthia——!"
Cynthia froze. "Cynthia?" she repeated inwardly. What was going on? She wasn't some other woman's rival—why was this woman calling her Cynthia? Wasn't she with Albert? Why would she address her so familiarly?
Monica, noticing Cynthia's confusion, chuckled softly, covering her mouth. "You look so surprised!" she teased.
Cynthia, now irritated and trying to regain composure, shot her a sharp glare. "What's so funny? If you're really his mistress, at least you should be calling me 'sister,' right?"
Her words dripped with sarcasm, feeling utterly bewildered by this woman's confidence and the apparent provocation. This woman was openly flaunting her relationship with Albert, yet here she was, pretending to be so friendly and playful in front of her. Cynthia was truly at a loss.
Monica, instead of taking offense, laughed even harder, her smile only growing wider. "Cynthia, I think you're misunderstanding something," she said, still teasing. 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒑𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Cynthia raised an eyebrow, her voice a bit sharper now. "Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding?"
Monica, slightly embarrassed but still in good spirits, explained, "I'm Wilson's sister. My name is Monica!"
Cynthia blinked, momentarily stunned. "His sister?!" she blurted out.
She could feel the heat rise in her face as she realized her mistake. **His sister**? That was a whole different dynamic, and suddenly, Cynthia felt slightly embarrassed by her earlier assumptions.
"But... if you're his sister," Cynthia asked, still trying to process the unexpected revelation, "how come you don't share the same last name?"
Monica leaned casually against the wall, her laughter a blend of playful teasing and light mockery. She flashed Cynthia a knowing smile, clearly enjoying the moment.
"Because the four of them are so outstanding, the old man let them take their own family name," Monica explained, her tone light yet tinged with a hint of humor. "As for us, well, we didn't have the same abilities, so we had to stick with the old man's surname."
Her words, though delivered with a playful shrug, revealed a deeper layer of family dynamics, a mix of pride and perhaps unspoken resentment. She made it clear that her relationship with Albert and his family wasn't as straightforward as it might appear on the surface. There was a mix of respect, rivalry, and familial quirks—something that, despite her outward charm, she couldn't completely hide.
Cynthia, still processing the idea of Albert's sister in front of her, couldn't help but feel a little more at ease, despite the strange tension earlier. However, Monica's candidness, while disarming, left Cynthia with even more questions about the tangled web she had walked into.
