Chapter 93
Richard Lowell's blood pressure spiked when Sophia Laurent made those remarks in front of Patriarch Valdemar.
His knuckles turned white from clenching his fists too tightly.
"Have you lost your mind? How dare you spout such nonsense?"
His voice trembled with suppressed rage.
Sophia watched her father's furious expression with a mocking smile.
"Mr. Lowell, didn't you always teach me to assess situations carefully?"
She adjusted her cuffs leisurely.
"Now I finally understand. Some people were never meant to be family."
Richard's pupils constricted sharply.
Forgetting Patriarch Valdemar's presence, he snapped, "Do you really think you can survive in the Valdemar family without the Lowells' backing?"
"The position of Valdemar Group's CEO's wife isn't for the faint-hearted."
Sophia remained unfazed.
"It makes no difference who hears this."
She turned to Patriarch Valdemar with steady resolve.
"Grandfather, if this means canceling the engagement, I won't object."
A glimmer of approval flashed in the old man's eyes.
He gave a slight nod.
"Sophia, remember this—from the day you marry into our family, you'll be a Valdemar."
Richard paled.
"Patriarch Valdemar, surely you don't mean..."
The patriarch's gaze turned piercing.
"Mr. Lowell, must I spell everything out?"
He took a sip of tea.
"I heard Lowell Entertainment is competing with Pearl Group for projects recently?"
Beads of sweat formed on Richard's forehead.
"That's... just normal business competition..."
The teacup clicked sharply against the saucer.
"Sophia is now part of the Valdemar family."
"You'd do well to think twice before making any moves."
Richard's legs nearly gave way beneath him.
He couldn't comprehend how his neglected daughter had suddenly become the Valdemars' treasured jewel.
"What about... those cooperation agreements..."