Chapter 4 If My Step Sister Is The Director Of This Company You Can Have 10% Of The Company Shares

• He agreed without any hesitation. Not a hint of doubt or indecision.
• Wrapping my arms around his neck, with a slight smile on my lips and a piercing look in my eyes, I asked, "Can you bear to give up ten percent?" His eyes are clear and tender, he replies, "It's for you, not for an outsider."
• At that moment, I had to admit that money is indeed an excellent way to express loyalty.
• The emotions I had been suppressing all afternoon could finally be released.
• As if to prove something, I asked with a smile, "What about if it was Bianca, would you give her?" He paused for a moment, then gave a definitive answer,
• "No."
• "Really?"
• "Mmm, the only thing I can give her is that position."
• Richard pulled me into his arms, with his calm and firm voice sounding above my head, "I will have John deliver the share transfer agreement this afternoon.
• From now on, you are one of the bosses of the Lincoln Family.
• Everyone else is working for you."
• "What about you?" My mood improved considerably under his assurance, and I entertained him with a smile.
• Raising his eyebrow, he asked,
• "What?"
• "Do you work for me?"
• "Of course." He chuckled, ruffled my hair, stooping over to whisper sweet nothing in my ear, "I am at your service, in and out of bed." ...
• I felt my face flush and shot him a glance.
• That's how he is—respectable, aloof, and noble on the surface, but occasionally letting slip remarks like these that could turn one's cheeks red.
• Seeing my mood brighten, he looked at his watch, "I have a meeting to attend.
• Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, we have to go home for dinner with grandpa tonight.
• I'll wait for you in the parking lot."
• "Got it." Naturally, I wouldn't refuse him. With that in mind, I made up my mind.
• "Honey, there's a surprise for you tonight."
• A few days ago, he deceived me about the necklace, leaving me unsure whether or not to tell him about my pregnancy.
• Since he could distinguish between me and Bianca, I should not hide it anymore.
• "What surprise?" His curiosity was piqued, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.
• "I'll tell you after work, wait for me!"
• I stood on my tiptoes, left a kiss on his lips, then ignored him.
• After he left, I completely calmed down and focused on my design sketch.
• After an unknown period of time, the door of the office was knocked once again.
• Without raising my head, I said,
• "Come in." "Sophia, did I disturb you?"
• Bianca's gentle and pleasant voice came.
• "You're a bit of a bother." I said bluntly.
• When working on design drafts, I dislike being interrupted.
• Bianca's expression turned awkward for a moment, yet she mustered up the courage to continue,
• "I apologize, I didn't mean to. I just recently found out that the position of Design Director should have been yours.
• I unintentionally took what belonged to you, so I wanted to apologize.”
• "It's alright." Richard had already compensated me.
• Ten percent of the shares, even if I worked as a Design Director for hundreds of generations, I couldn't earn that much money.
• Perhaps my aloof and easygoing attitude took her by surprise.
• "Are you sure it's alright? If it makes you uncomfortable, you can tell me. I can move to another department.
• Don't let this upset you."
• She sauntered over and comfortably sat down next to the sofa.
• "Sister Bianca, I'm not unhappy, please stay in the design department."
• Stop stirring things up everywhere.
• I'm afraid that not long after the shares come into my hands, she would cause the company to go bankrupt.
• In the design department, at least I can hold the fort.
• "That's good.
• We are a family, if you have any emotional distress, talk to me, don't keep it in your heart."
• Bianca, like a considerate older sister, tucks her long hair behind her ears and gently says, "After all, Richard said the company's positions are there for me to choose from.
• I haven't worked in so many years, it doesn't matter what department I go to."
• I wonder if I'm just overly sensitive.
• Or something.
• This piece of conversation doesn't sit well with me no matter how I process it.
• It's as if, she's the closest person to Richard, and she's the lady boss of Lincoln Group.
• "Director Sophia" John, seeing the door open, knocks symbolically, walks in and hands the agreement to me, "There are two copies, please review it.
• The president has already signed. Sign and keep one copy with you."
• Richard indeed says and does as he promises.
• "Okay."
• I flip open the agreement, quickly skim through it, efficiently sign my own name, hand back a copy to John, and smile politely: "Thank you for your effort."
• "This is a share transfer agreement?" Bianca seems to have caught a glimpse of the agreement cover.
• From my blind corner, her previously calm and graceful demeanor is shattered, her nails deeply dig into her flesh.
• Only then does John look back, somewhat surprised, "Oh, Director Bianca is also here?
• You two continue chatting, I need to report back to the president."
• He completely ignores answering Bianca's question.
• "I'll take my leave now."
• A look of disbelief was mixed in Bianca's eyes, "Richard gave you shares?"
• "No matter what it is, I believe it's unnecessary to report such things to Director Bianca, right?"
• Following the incident with the necklace, I can't quite explain my feelings towards her.
• In any case, it's hard to maintain a peaceful coexistence as before.
• "Sophia, I can't help but feel some malice from you..."
• Bianca stood up helplessly, "I don't know if it's due to the necklace incident or this promotion, but whatever caused your resentment towards me, please believe that I never intended to seize those things from you."
• "I'm not even interested in these things," she responded.
• Looking at her frank demeanor, my emotions were a mess. ...
• As evening approached, I placed the pregnancy test I had dug out from the cake two days ago into my bag
• . I planned to tell Richard as soon as I went downstairs - he was going to be a father.
• He and I, we were going to have a child. Thinking of his reaction, and the little life inside me, even my steps became slightly lighter.
• I was increasingly eager to share this surprise with him.
• The elevator reached the underground parking lot, and I easily found the black Maybach.
• Richard's tall and lean figure was leaning against the car, waiting for me patiently.
• I threw myself into his arms, the scent of woody cologne unique to him filled my nostrils,
• "Honey! Have you been waiting long?" "Mm."
• He didn't hug me as he usually would, instead, he seemed somewhat awkward as he pushed me away,
• "Let's get in the car first."
• "Hold on, let me tell you what the surprise is."
• I grabbed hold of him.
• "What is it?" He seemed less excited about it than he had been at the office in the afternoon, appearing somewhat distracted. I frowned slightly, but didn't think much of it.
• Looking deeply into his dark eyes, I said seriously, "Richard, you're going to be..." " Richard, why aren't you guys getting in the car yet?"
• The passenger side window suddenly rolled down, cutting me off with words of impatience.
• From where I was standing, I had direct eye contact with Bianca, who was sitting inside the car.
• I looked at Richard in astonishment, hoping for an explanation.
• But Bianca spoke before he did, speaking in a soft and subtle manner, "Sophia, I sent my car for maintenance and since we're all heading back to the old house, I took the liberty to hitch a ride with Richard.
• I'm sure you wouldn't mind such a trivial matter, right?"