Truthfully, she had long stopped caring about what outsiders thought—let alone the Morris family.
There was no physical harm done. A few insults? That was nothing to her.
But Logan had clearly taken this into account.
"Take a break. I’ve booked a private room at the café next door—want to go?"
Selina, of course, wouldn’t refuse. "Sure."
Once inside the café, Logan handed her a small slice of cake. "Just make do with this for now. There’s no time to brew fresh coffee."
Selina understood instantly.
Right—after all, in at most fifteen minutes, the Morris family would be coming to beg her to return, and brewing coffee would take just as long. There really wasn’t time.
...
On the other side—
After Selina left, the elevator in the Turner Group building chimed, and the doors slid open to reveal a middle-aged man in a tailored suit.
Someone recognized him immediately—he was the personal secretary to the chairman of Turner Group. Though technically "just" a secretary, in truth he was an adopted son of the previous generation of the Turner family, the chairman’s most trusted brother in all but blood, the second-in-command of Turner Group, and the mentor to Kevin, the heir apparent.
With such a special status and elevated position, it was astonishing that he had personally come downstairs to greet the Morris family!
Several people congratulated them eagerly.
"Congratulations, Chairman Morris!"
"Once you’re riding high, Chairman Morris, don’t forget about us!"
"You really married well, Chairman Morris—who would’ve thought Mrs. Morris had such talent?"
Joe’s guilt began to fade with each round of praise.
Yes, if it was for the good of the Morris family, did it really matter whose name was on the design?
Once the Morris family used this collaboration to soar and recover their losses, he’d go explain everything to Selina. She was angry now, but in a few days, she’d surely understand.
The Turner Group was far from as simple as it appeared on the surface. The family held immense power behind the scenes, and both Joe and Grandma Morris knew this well. They wouldn’t dare offend them. They hurried forward. "Secretary Turner, hello!"
Secretary Turner—better known as Anthony Turner—was the chairman’s brother in name, Kevin’s uncle and mentor, though not related by blood.
Anthony gave a faint nod, not even a smile, and said flatly, "Chairman Morris, a pleasure."
Just that one sentence was enough to fill Joe with confidence.
Grandma Morris was overjoyed. It seemed Turner Group truly wanted to cooperate—having Anthony, the second-in-command, come down in person was proof enough of their regard.
Many onlookers grew eager. They couldn’t hope to connect directly with the Turner family, but currying favor with Angela and Hannah was well within reach.
"It looks like the Morris family will be reaching new heights soon. Mrs. Morris, you’ve made a huge contribution! The family must thank you properly!"
Hannah replied graciously, "We’re all one family. If the Morris family prospers, so do I. There’s nothing to thank me for—after all, Madam and Joe have taken good care of me."
"Miss Morris is so sensible."
"Yes, not like Selina. Good thing she was sent away. If she were still here, who knows what unpleasant things she might say to offend Turner Group—she could have ruined the deal."
"They’re sisters born of the same mother, but Miss Morris knows how to see the bigger picture, while Selina only sides with that plagiarist mother of hers. Miss Morris is Victoria’s daughter too—how come she doesn’t lose sight of right and wrong? In the end, it’s because Selina was raised by Victoria and turned out spoiled and misguided."
In the crowd, someone whispered under their breath, "The dead are always in the right—because she’s gone, the Morris family still has to clean up after her. In truth, Mrs. Hill is the real victim..."
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