CHAPTER 473: CHAPTER 473 ENJOYING THE BLESSINGS OF A DAUGHTER

Old Mrs. Wilson was fuming in the room upstairs, couldn’t that vain woman Chaya make her phone call in her own room?

She just had to do it in the living room downstairs, as if she couldn’t wait to announce to the world that Ophelia is her daughter, right?

Chaya was clearly flaunting and mocking the Wilson Clan for having to rely on Ophelia.

Hmph, shameless woman!

Old Mrs. Wilson kept her anger bottled up, but nonetheless, the engagement party was proceeding smoothly.

Finally, on the big day, after lunch, Ophelia went to the Imperial Hotel to have the stylist do her makeup.

"Ophelia, the venue looks absolutely beautiful." Chaya was exclaiming excitedly beside her.

"Oh my, those flowers are really fresh." Chaya gasped, at that moment she was truly taken aback, thinking she had stepped into a sea of flowers.

"Of course they are." Ophelia sat still as the makeup artist worked on her, not forgetting to boast, "They were flown in, the freshest flowers possible."

"How much did that cost?" Chaya exclaimed, then regretfully said, "In my life, I’ve barely received a few roses, and those weren’t flown in either."

She had impulsively married Jerry back then, and her life had been quite vexing.

Not understanding romance, he only gave her little gifts on her birthday or Valentine’s Day, which couldn’t compare to what Clarissa got.

Clarissa could leisurely go to upscale malls, buying this and that.

As for her?

She could only visit supermarkets and ordinary stores.

Clarissa had maids at home, serving her around the clock.

And her?

Her home just had a cleaning lady who also cooked occasionally.

Anyway, compared to Clarissa, she was a pitiful little nobody.

Now, Clarissa can barely keep up that pitifully maintained facade of dignity.

Even if she buys more expensive jewelry, so what?

With her son-in-law taking over the Seymour Corporation, won’t she be able to buy whatever she wants?

She’s sitting on a gold mine, while Clarissa is just waiting for the well to run dry.

She couldn’t wait to see Clarissa down and out!

Of course, if Mason can’t take it anymore and wants to return to the Wilson Clan, she could put in a good word for Mason Wilson.

If Mason Wilson divorces Clarissa, she might even consider marrying him out of pity.

"Mom, you’ve suffered before, but from now on, just enjoy the good life with me." Ophelia was in a particularly good mood today, so making such promises cost her nothing.

Moreover, she was convinced that her future life would be exceptionally good!

"Hehe... in the future, I’ll just enjoy the blessings from my daughter." Chaya laughed, her eyes narrowing with joy.

While Ophelia was preparing with her makeup, in the venue, James Reed was finalizing the last details: "Alright, no problems at all."

"James." Old Mr. Wilson approached and asked, "When are your grandparents arriving? We’d like to go welcome them."

"Looks like we’ll have to wait a bit longer." James stood up smiling, "Why don’t you rest here for now."

"Alright, alright." Old Mr. Wilson had been busy with the company’s affairs for some time now, and he was quite exhausted.

After all, he hadn’t been involved in such matters for years; picking them up again was not only unfamiliar but also different from the company’s current approach.

Fortunately, since Ophelia was getting engaged to James, leveraging this connection, the partners have been quite lenient, offering a lot of conveniences to the Wilson Corporation, easing his burden a bit.