Chapter 92
The twilight painted the sky in fiery hues, casting the entire city in golden-red light.
Sophia Laurent had just signed the cooperation agreement with Lucas Sheridan when she immediately dove back into handling company affairs.
Pearl Group had been under relentless pressure from Lowell Entertainment recently.
Lowell Entertainment was poaching partners by offering exorbitant prices without hesitation.
Oliver Granger swiftly adjusted strategies and restructured the supply chain.
Simultaneously, he discreetly reached out to Lowell Entertainment's business associates.
The corporate battle between these two giants had become the hottest topic in the industry.
After discussing countermeasures with Oliver, Sophia decided to personally reassure several key clients.
What surprised her more was former partners from Lowell Entertainment projects approaching her one after another.
Without hesitation, she redirected these resources to Pearl Group.
As she finished her last email, Patriarch Valdemar's call came through.
"Sophia, could you come to the sanatorium?"
Her fingers stilled over the keyboard.
"Of course, Grandfather. I'll be right there."
She closed her laptop, grabbed her coat, and headed out.
Patriarch Valdemar wouldn't call without good reason.
Whether it concerned Margaret Clementson or Alexander Valdemar, she had to go.
When Sophia pushed open the sanatorium doors, she never expected to see Richard Lowell there.
He was chatting amiably with Patriarch Valdemar, who maintained an inscrutable expression.
"Grandfather."
Sophia called softly.
The old man's stern features softened visibly upon seeing her.
"Come, sit here."
Richard noticed this subtle change, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.
Patriarch Valdemar's attitude toward Sophia seemed more favorable than he'd anticipated.
"Sophia," Richard forced a paternal smile, "aren't you going to greet your father?"
He was certain she wouldn't dare make a scene before Patriarch Valdemar.
After all, without the Lowell name, she'd be nothing in the Valdemar family.
Sophia gave him an icy glance.
"My apologies. I'm an orphan."
She would never acknowledge this man as her father.
Richard's smile froze.
He shot a panicked look at Patriarch Valdemar, only to find the old man completely unfazed, as if he'd known all along.
"Don't talk nonsense!" Richard hissed through gritted teeth.
If Sophia truly severed ties with the Lowells, all his schemes would collapse.
"My mind has never been clearer." Sophia met his gaze squarely. "The day I left the Lowell household marked the end of any connection between us."