Chapter 680 Grandpa Wants to See You
Sylvie rejected them in a disdainful and mocking tone. Kasper and the other shareholders felt
embarrassed.
A touch of admiration shed across Marley''s eyes, but he did not show it.
Kasper continued, "Sylvie, please call your grandpa…"
"I''m sorry. Marley and I still have something to do! Excuse me for not keeping youpany!" Sylvie
interrupted him and turned to look at Marley. "You want to go out, don''t you? Let''s go!"
Marley turned his mysterious gaze at her and a faint smile touched his lips, "I''m sorry. I need to spend
the wedding holiday with my wife. We can talk about business when Ie back to thepany!"
With that said, he stood up and dragged Sylvie out of the door, leaving them embarrassed.
When they walked out of the door, she tried to withdraw her hand.
Marley did not let go, continued to take her hand, and walked toward thewn. He didn''t let go until
those people left.
As soon as Sylvie saw them walking away, she said to him, "Sorry, I have something to do. I have to go
out first!"
"How dare you!" Marley shouted angrily and frightened Sylvie.
She didn''t know what was wrong with him. She had pretended to be close with him. What was he
doing?
Marley held her wrist with one hand and approached her coldly. He pinched Sylvie''s chin with the other
and lifted her head. Sylvie had to look at him.
"How could you talk nonsense today?" He was angry and rebuked.
Sylvie was stunned and put on a self-mocking look. It turned out that she shouldn''t have helped him.
Her chin hurt, green and purple, but she didn''t feel painful. She just looked into his eyes and didn''t care
about his anger. She said calmly, "If you think that I should not mind your business, I will keep silent
next time. You can let go of me!"
"Next time?" Marley put on a scornful smile.
Sylvie no longer said anything, but looked at him coldly.
"It is not your turn to meddle in the affairs of the arthy. Even if the arthy family lends money to
me, don''t expect me to appreciate you!"
Sylvie felt sympathetic for him. He was such a proud man. So, he was ming her for disgracing him.
After all, it was a shame for him to help the arthy pass its crisis by selling his body.
"Do you get it?" Marley looked at her coldly. Their gaze met and their breath blended together.
Marley seemed to see the pity in her eyes, which enraged him.
"I never want you to appreciate me!" Sylvie said softly.
She neither cried for pain nor frowned. Her face turned a little pale but was still beautiful without any
make-up. Moist lips were under her straight nose. She looked pitiful and proud. Her watery eyes were
very attractive to men.
If she was not the daughter of the arthy family or didn''t marry him, perhaps she would have a
husband who loved her and cared about her.
But she would never be happy with him, because he would not give such a vicious woman happiness.
Sylvie took the key and went to the residential building that she designed. When she opened the door,
she saw a house with a new look. The sunlight shed throughrge French window. When she designed
the house, she wanted the sunlight to fully burst through the window. She felt it happy to sit in the
balcony and enjoyed the sunshine on weekend.
Ryan gave her an apartment of about one hundred square meters with three bedrooms, one living
room and one kitchen. The apartment was well located. The decoration of the house met her needs
very well.
The house was decorated in delicate and natural style. Bare wooden floors and cloth sofa helped her
get close to nature. Sylvie walked to the sofa, sat down and sighed. This was her home! Ryan was so
careful that he let someone clean it for her. She only needed to live in it.
The study, bedroom and living room were decorated well. She could move in immediately. She went to
the formalities, and then went to the hotel to pick up luggage.
When she came back, she took a bath, change her clothes and went out of the bathroom. She heard
the phone ring when she wiped her hair. She was stunned. "Patriarch, what''s up?"
"Sylvie, have you read today''s newspaper?"
Sylvie was stunned, "No!"
She didn''t read the newspaper and went to her apartment as soon as she went out.
"Sylvie,e to the family home. I want to tell you something!"
"Now?"
"Yes!"
After putting the phone down, Sylvie fixed her wet hair and left. Fortunately, it was hot.
In the study of family home.
Patriarch saw Sylvie''s bruised chin with a sharp gaze and asked bluntly, "Did Marley beat you?"
Sylvie admired his considerable insight, but shook her head. "No! I wish you would not interfere in our
problems and let us solve them ourselves!"
After all, they were just united by marriage. She married Marley to help him ovee difficulties. She
didn''t care about what Marley thought and just wanted to lead a simple life.
Cassius no longer asked but said, "Sylvie, I''m your grandpa. I can stand up for you. If he is not nice
with you, I can teach him a lesson!"
Sylvie felt moved and nodded. "He is nice with me!
No one would be nice with you for no reason. Most of the time, everyone did things for the sake of their
own benefits. Humans were indifferent.
Hearing that, he signaled her to sit down and said, "I want you to be Marley''s secretary for half a year!"
"Why?" Sylvie asked in surprise.
"This is a deal I reached with him before. I give him money, and he teaches you how to do business,
and the business operations. You wille back to take over our family business in half a year!"
"Patriarch, I am just a whore''s daughter. I am of humble origin and cannot bear the responsibilities!
Why do you always want me to take over yourpany?"
"Sylvie, no one can choose their origin. Your mother may have her difficulties, but you are my
granddaughter, the heir of the arthy family. You''re not humble at all. No one springs from obscurity!
You cannot choose your origin, but you can choose the way you act. You need to stop feeling inferior
and prepare to be the strong! Don''t take your origin as an excuse. I am not so foolish. I know you just
don''t want to manage thepany and find the excuse!"
She looked at him at a loss. They had just met each other several times these four years. She was in
Harvard University. He went to the United States asionally to see her and gave her someforting
words. She could feel the warmth.
Sylvie felt ufortable as if a fishbone had got stuck in her throat. Her eyes were moist and she
didn''t know what to say.
"Sylvie, tell me. Is Marley nice with you?" There were worries in Cassius''s voice.
Sylvie was stunned, nodded and said, "He is nice with me!"
"Here is the signature of grants. You give it to Marley!" Cassius handed over a kraft bag.
"Why should I give it to him? You can order your assistant!"
"I help him because of you, so he owes you!"
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Sylvie shook her head. "I don''t want him to owe me anything. He has helped me before, so I just return
her help! Besides, you told me that little help could bring much return!"
Cassius put on a happy smile. "You are a good girl. I regret not to let youe back early, but I''m d
that you be stronger after getting through so many difficulties. Sylvie, you are like me. I can be
relieved when the family business is handed over to you!"
Sylvie looked at him at a loss. "I''m not a merchant. Can''t you find out if your son has any other
illegitimate children?"
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Hearing that, Cassiusughed, "Sylvie, I''m sure you''re my only illegitimate grandchild!"
When heughed, Sylvie felt frustrated. She took the kraft bag, slouched and said, "Well, I''ll go back
first!"
At dinner time, Sylvie walked in a noodle restaurant, ordered arge bowl of noodles and ate it slowly.
She was really hungry today. She hadn''t eaten anything since she cleaned up the house, so she felt
very hungry.
When having a meal, she heard two girls gossiping. She smiled and thought about her high school
time. At that time, she upied herself with some part-time job to make money after ss.
"The man we just saw is Marley, the president of the arthy. His picture is on the newspaper!"
Hearing that name, she was stunned for a moment.
"Yes. He is handsome, charming and my type. However, I heard that he got married to the an
illegitimate daughter of the arthy family. I feel sympathetic with him since he sacrifices his
happiness for the sake of family benefits!"