Chapter 802: Uncomfortable

Christina looked at Paul's serious expression, and the heat on her face subsided. She averted her gaze."What does it matter to you how I met him?"

'What does he mean by that question?'

His tone was as if he was interrogating her, and she was annoyed.

"Do you even know who he is?"

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

Yesterday at lunch, he said those things in the restaurant, which was very strange.

Paul's frown deepened.

"He's my father's illegitimate son, the so-called heir of the Thomas Group."

Christina was stunned.

When she learned Preston's name, she didn't associate it with the Thomas Family. She was simple-minded and never maliciously speculated about others, often careless in life.

Preston got injured, and she helped treat his wounds. Later, Preston helped her when she was in trouble.

Naturally, she got to know Preston.

As someone she had just met, Preston certainly wouldn't tell her he was the Thomas Family's illegitimate son.

"Your dad has an illegitimate son?" Christina looked at Paul in shock.

She didn't know much about the Thomas Family's situation. She didn't want to go on a blind date in the first place; it was Lucas who forced her. So how could she have the mind to listen to the Thomas Family's background?

Paul suddenly felt a bit awkward, not wanting her to know the dirty affairs of his family, but now she knew.

He couldn't just watch her be used by Preston.

Preston must be approaching Christina because she was his blind date.

"In any case, stay away from him. Next time you see him, pretend you don't know him, got it?"

"Why should I listen to you?"

Paul's domineering tone made Christina a bit rebellious."If you don't listen to me, you'll end up being taken advantage of."

Paul was exasperated. He was doing it for her own good, but if she didn't listen, she shouldn't come crying to him later.

"Paul."

"What?" Paul responded irritably.

"You're so afraid I'll be deceived, are you...?"

Paul jumped. "What? Don't talk nonsense. I have plenty of women around me, and I'm not interested."

Christina looked at him like he was crazy. "Why are you so agitated?"

Paul's eyes darted around. "I'm afraid you'll cling to me."

Christina rolled her eyes. "I'd rather cling to a dog than to you."

Hearing this, Paul felt a slight discomfort in his heart and snorted coldly.

"I've warned you. If you don't listen, don't blame me."

With that, he put his hands in his pockets and walked away without looking back.

Christina watched his tall figure, lost in thought.

Were he and Preston really half-brothers?

How could Paul be so good-looking while Preston was so average?

Christina thought of Joseph and Ashley's looks and immediately understood. Paul inherited the perfect genes from the Watson Family, while Preston inherited Joseph's ordinary looks.

Back home, after taking a shower, Christina opened her laptop and searched for information about the Thomas Group.

The Thomas Group was quite chaotic.

Paul had mostly recovered and returned home. Ashley looked him over.

"You've lost weight. Have you not been eating well while out?" Ashley's eyes were full of concern.

"I've been eating well, just exercising more, so I look more fit."

"You've definitely lost weight. I'll have the housekeeper make you something good for lunch."

"Okay."

"You still know how to come home!" Joseph's thick and stern voice came.

At this time, Joseph was unexpectedly still at home.

Paul stood up straight, a habitual mocking smile on his lips.

"So you do care whether I come home or not."

His words immediately made Joseph furious.

"You ungrateful son, how dare you talk to me like that!"

A chain car accident, Ashley didn't know, but Joseph did, didn't he?

All the things Preston did, weren't they all tacitly approved by Joseph?

"I've always talked like this. Haven't you gotten used to it by now?"

Joseph's breath hitched, then subsided. His gaze at Paul grew deeper.

He walked down from upstairs, his tone much gentler.

"Start working at the company tomorrow."

"What position?"

"Start from the bottom in sales."

"I'm not going."

Joseph stopped in his tracks, exuding an intimidating aura.

"You will go whether you want to or not! No matter who you are, you must start from the bottom. Only if you have enough ability to make everyone willing to work for you can you take my place!"

"I won't go unless you give me the general manager position." Paul sat on the sofa, took a bite of an apple, and said to Ashley, "Mom, this apple isn't fresh."

Joseph glared at Paul.

"The general manager position is already taken by someone far more capable than you. You're not qualified for that position."

"Being in sales isn't impossible, but I might get a craving for a smoke and accidentally burn down the archives room. The Thomas Group has a lot of client information, right?"

"You! Are you threatening me?" Joseph's eyes were icy.

Paul took another bite of the apple, frowning. "Mom, there are bugs in it."

Ashley took the apple from his hand and handed him a banana. "Eat a banana. I don't like apples when you're not home, so I didn't replace them."

Ashley and Paul's disregard for him made Joseph even angrier, his eyes filled with rage.

Since marrying Ashley, she had always looked down on him, relying on her wealthy family background. The Watson Family also constantly belittled him.

Now Paul not only looked like her but also had the same arrogant personality as the Watson Family.

He really hated it!

Joseph raised his hand and knocked over a floor lamp next to the sofa.

It was a vintage lamp Ashley had recently bought at a high price. It created a nice atmosphere when watching TV at night.

The lamp shattered, startling Ashley.

Paul called the housekeeper to clean up.

Ashley frowned and persuaded. "Paul, go to the company tomorrow. Starting from sales is fine. As long as you work hard, I can help you become the general manager."

"Okay."

Unexpectedly, Paul agreed so readily this time.

In the past, no matter how much she persuaded, Paul wouldn't go to the company. Even if he did, he would work for three days and rest for four.

Ashley's eyes twinkled, and she seized the opportunity. "There's a high-society banquet the day after tomorrow night. Many socialites will be there. You should go and see if there's a suitable match."

"Mom." Paul interrupted Ashley, tossing the banana peel into the trash like a basketball.

"I promised you I'd find someone to marry."

Ashley's eyes lit up with surprise. "Really?"

"But I'll choose the person myself."