"I have just been to see Mr. Roberts. Mr. Roberts said that some details of the contract need to be adjusted and he asked me to come back and wait to hear from him…"
Isaac hesitated for a moment, then steeled himself, "Mr. Backer and Mr. Brown mean the same thing."
"Adjust?"
Dylan Moore's face changed and he realized something wrong.
"Crafty scoundrel!"
Carter Moore didn't think twice. He waved his hand and said quietly, "Cecilia had been doing the work in the early stage, but now it's suddenly changed to Isaac. They just want to take advantage of the situation and get more benefits. It's ok."
"Maybe…"
Isaac reached quietly and wiped the sweat from his brow.
Noticing Isaac's little moves, Dylan's gut told him something was wrong. But in the presence of Carter Moore, he did not dare to ask, but gritted his teeth.
It wasn't until Carter Moore left that he began to say coldly, "Come on, what's going on?"
Thumping…
This time, Isaac knelt before Dylan.
"Dad, I, I got hit!"
Isaac wailed, "As soon as I arrived at the Roberts Group, Aiden Roberts quickly beat me up. He told me I wasn't qualified to sign with him, even if Grandpa went there himself."
"If we want to work together with them, Cecilia has to go!"
Then, Isaac's frustration turned to anger and he gritted his teeth, "Mr. Backer and Mr. Brown did the same thing. Although they didn't beat me, they both asked Cecilia to sign the contract."
"As far as I'm concerned, Cecilia must have used some dark horse to hook up with those old men. Otherwise, how could they refuse to cooperate when they can make money through it?
Businessmen sought profits!
There's no profit to be made by Aiden Roberts et al, except for Cecilia's body!
"Bastard!"
Dylan's excitement sank to the bottom of the valley. He threw himself down on the sofa behind him and fumed, "Hey, Cecilia, you're a real bitch!"
"If you do what you can, don't blame me for doing what I do!"
His voice was deadly.
Isaac asked, "Dad, what should we do next?"
"Don't worry. Let me think."
Dylan thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, "you said Cecilia hooked up with them. Is there any proof?"
"No, but…"
Dylan snorted before Isaac could finish his sentence, "You know what? You find some pictures of Cecilia and the crafty scoundrels, get a photoshop expert, put them together, and send them to Sean Mason's phone."
"Sean Mason?"
Isaac was stunned.
Dylan nodded, "Now, Sean Mason is Cecilia's husband. If he saw Cecilia with another man, what do you think would happen, given his violent personality?"
"He's gonna beat that bitch Cecilia to death!"
Isaac's eyes lit up. He jumped to his feet, then turned and walked away, "I'll do it at once without delay."
Dylan sneered.
Sean Mason was a violent man! A rapist! Once he had done it to Cecilia, how could Aiden Roberts and others like Cecilia still? How could they refuse to work with the Moore Group for her?
Also, Carter Moore was very upset with Sean Mason for ruining the Moore family's reputation. He went to Mr. Young just to put him back in prison. If he hit Cecilia, there would be a reason to arrest him!
Killing two birds with one stone…
…
At the time.
Garden Community.
Cecilia and Marcia cooked together and made a delicious lunch that smelled great.
"Come on, uncle, eat some meat."
After half an hour together, Phyllis and Sean got closer. She kept introducing Sean, "Mom's cooking is very delicious. Uncle, you eat more, so you can fight bad guys and protect me and mom."
"Good girl."
Sean had a big smile on his face as he ate a meal cooked by his wife and listened to his daughter's warm words.
It was so nice to feel at home!
But When Marcia saw this, she felt bad. After a long hesitation, she asked bravely, "I heard you went to prison because…"
"Mom!"
Cecilia turned pale and interrupted Marcia, whispering, "Phyllis is still here. Why are you saying all this?"
"It's okay!"
Sean didn't mind, he replied, "Would you believe me if I told you I was framed and wrongly accused?"
"Famed?"
Marcia and Matthew Moore looked at each other in amazement.
Cecilia was also shaken.
If Sean was really framed and wrongly imprisoned, did that mean that Sean himself was not a bad person or a twisted and dangerous man?
So far, at least, Sean had shown no malice toward Cecilia's family.
"I would."
To everyone's surprise, Phyllis offered Sean another piece of meat and said firmly, "Uncle Sean was a good man, just like my father, a super hero, only a little worse than my father…"
With that, she put down her cutlery and gestured. Her naivete and naivete look funny and lovely, making people laugh and laugh.
Sean's heart melted and he wanted to give her a big kiss on her pink cheek.
She deserves to be my daughter, born with vision!
The cell phone rang and Cecilia answered, "Mom, Chloe asked me to go shopping with her this afternoon."
"Okay. Just go. Take a break!"
Marcia nodded and said, "Me and your dad will send Phyllis to school. I heard Chloe has a boyfriend now. He's the son of a rich family on the south side of the town. Not only is he rich, but he treats Chloe well."
Unconsciously, she turned to Sean and looked disappointed.
Sean was silent.
After dinner, Marcia pushed Matthew Moore out the door to take Phyllis to kindergarten nearby. No sooner had they left than three cars roared into the Garden Community.
It was Aiden Roberts, looking flustered, and Mr. Backer, Mr. Brown...
"Miss Moore!"
Cecilia was about to close the door when she heard the cry and looked back. Then she saw Aiden Roberts and others rushing towards her, each running faster than the other.
Soon they came to Cecilia.
"Mr. Roberts? Mr. Backer? Mr. Brown?"
Cecilia frowned and asked, "What are you…"
Isaac called earlier and said proudly that Aiden Roberts and others had agreed to work with him, and that the contract would be signed this afternoon. So, Cecilia was surprised. Why did Aiden Roberts and others come to her at this time?
Did Isaac put them up to this?
Thumping!
Thumping! Thumping!
Cecilia was in the middle of her sentence when something unexpected happened. Aiden Roberts and others did not hesitate to kneel to her without breathing.
Cecilia was transfixed for a moment.