"Ophelia Wilson sure is smart," Benjamin Walton said with a hint of envy. "James Reed sure chose the right woman."
Choosing Emerie Wilson back then wasn't a bad choice either. Over the years, thanks to their connection with the Wilson Clan, their company's scale has expanded considerably.
However, when comparing Emerie Wilson to Ophelia Wilson now, Emerie falls short.
"Don't overthink it. That old man Wilson has more tricks up his sleeve." Old Mr. Walton chuckled meaningfully. "Do you think his health is really that bad? Just hearing a little news like that and he faints."
Benjamin Walton's eyes lit up, immediately understanding Old Mr. Walton's implication: "Feigning weakness!"
"Just wait and see." Old Mr. Walton laughed, "That old man Wilson is shrewd. He wouldn't ignore such a big backing like Peace Group."
"Don't slack off. Emerie still has her uses," Old Mr. Walton advised.
