Destined by One Night: The CEO's Pursuit

Chapter 120

"What? How is that possible?" Margie didn't believe that she couldn't even find the address.

"Mrs. Lowe, we tried in different ways, but we really couldn't find it."

"Alright! I see." Margie hung up the phone in anger.

There was no light in the room, but she could still see the shapes of things in this room.

Margie stood up from the sofa and walked around restlessly.

Who was the sender?

Was it Marilyn?

Margie thought about it and suddenly went downstairs.

Downstairs, Sandra sat on the sofa in the living room. She was teaming up with her friends to play games on her phone.

Hearing the footsteps downstairs, she looked up and asked casually, "Mom, the maid said that you were not well and didn't even come down to have dinner. Are you feeling better now?"

Margie glared at her. "You knew I was not very well, but you didn't even come and look after me a little. The only thing in your daily life is about games. Why can't you spend more time reading books?"

"Mom, again! You keep nagging every day. Since I'm already working at the Lowe Group, it means that I'm a capable girl. What are you worried about?" Sandra said unhappily, but she did not look up at her mother.

But Margie became even more furious. "Don't forget why you can work there! We have cooperated with them on an important project. You must keep an eye on it, especially Marilyn. The company thinks highly of her designs.

"Since you are working over there, remember to tell me everything about her actions, including her phone call. You have to pay attention to everything about her and tell me."

As Sandra listened to her mother, she played the game. This game was over when she suddenly lost and her teammates had no time to save her.

She threw her phone on the sofa and looked at her mother gloomily. "Mom, didn't you say that she was not Marilyn? But why such a fuss? Are you hiding something from me?"

Margie frowned and looked at Sandra unhappily. Sandra had never been smart at the right time.

"I didn't say that she was Marilyn. I just think she is capable. Since Malcolm also thinks highly of her, she will definitely have a promising future.

"If we have a good designer who can help our company go public, we don't have to rely on other companies. We can have our own designs. It is unique. Then we won't be in such a dilemma."

Margie was very angry. Sandra was also a designer, but a bad one! So she wouldn't bring any benefits to the company.

"Mom, the clothes I designed two days ago were very beautiful. But you just dislike them. Now you are thinking about other designers. What is going on?

"Why do you always think of other designers' works?

"As long as we use all kinds of methods to do promotion, like e-commerce and magazines, my designs will be unique. But if you don't like my designs, I can only go out to work."

Sandra's tone was sarcastic. It turned out that her efforts in schools were in vain.

"Sandy, don't ask me why. Why don't you ask yourself? Are you qualified enough?

"Is there any difference between your designs and the ones in the market now?" Margie did not want to embarrass Sandra like this.

But she felt worried when seeing Sandra's arrogance. She feared that Sandra couldn't have the strength to remain so in the future.

"Mom, everyone has his goal. I don't need to compete with others. I just want to have my own style." Sandra looked at her mother angrily. She had said this many times, and now she did not want to continue this topic.

Her mother always dampened her confidence.

"Have your own style? Interesting..." Margie smiled sarcastically as she looked at Sandra with a mocking gaze.

Sandra's happiness shifted into anger when she found out that her mother was going to mock her again. She was about to throw a fit when her mother said.

"Sandra, go and take a good look at your own style. So you call the imitation of famous foreign designers your style? That luxury design is the one you like.

"Not everyone will like it. Do you know what the consequences will be if our company sale that kind of thing? I'm a seasoned woman in this industry. I know well about your little tricks."

Sandra's red lips opened slightly as she looked at Margie in disbelief.

It turned out that her mother had already known it long ago. She had worked for a night to modify it, but it still looked like a copy.

She sneered, "Mom, as long as I make a little change, it will become our own design. It will only bring benefits to our company. How can there be consequences?"

Sandra did not understand what her mother was thinking. Since there were countless copies in the market, why couldn't she do it?

"Forget it, I don't want to talk to you about this. I will find a good family for you to marry into so that you can live a carefree life." After Margie finished speaking, she stood up and walked upstairs with a gloomy expression.

Sandra looked at her mother's back with an unhappy expression. She was furious. Her mother had always looked down on her designs.

And now her mother even wanted to hunt for a husband for her. If it was a man like Malcolm, she would say yes without hesitation.

She looked at her mother, who was about to disappear at the entrance of the stairs, and smiled. "Mom, if you want me to marry someone, it must be Malcolm."

When Margie heard this, she stopped. She turned around and looked at Sandra with a strange smile. "Sandy, aren't you working at his company right now? You should understand you have an edge over many women, right?

"But you can't be like this anymore. You have to learn to be smarter. Velma is also in the company. With her here, I only hope you don't suffer."

After Margie finished speaking, she turned around and went upstairs.

Looking at the dark room, she felt down. Cameron would not come back tonight.

Malcolm, Marilyn, and Dominic had finished the dinner. Malcolm didn't drive them home as he had something to do.

This was exactly what Marilyn wanted. They decided to go back on foot to help to digest.

They walked hand in hand on the sidewalk. Under the neon light, their shadows looked long.

Marilyn smiled gently and asked, "Dominic, have you had fun today?"

"Yes!" Dominic nodded.

He did have a good time today.

"That's great!" Marilyn looked at the smile on his little face and smiled back.

In the end, she still could not replace their father and give them a complete home.