Sophie Wilson's words left the reporters stunned for a moment: what did she mean by taking back her own things?
Grace Wilson sneered: "Sophie, what nonsense are you talking about? Are you trying to say that Dad's company is yours? How old are you? How many years has the company been established? When it was founded, you hadn't even started elementary school."
Sophie didn't bother speaking more to Grace, instead, she snapped her fingers.
Two people immediately came over, set up a projector and laptop, and projected directly onto the screen at the back of the conference room.
"Let me explain the document to everyone," Sophie began with a smile.
Stephen Wilson glanced over, and as if crazed, he stood up, knocking his chair over with a loud bang, but he didn't even care: "Turn it off! Turn it off!"
