Queen Mommy's Six Genius Babies Found the CEO Daddy-Chapter 184: Together We Rise and Fall

As Daisy spoke, her eyes stayed locked tightly on Lucas.

Sophia frowned slightly.

Then Daisy turned toward her. "Miss Morgan, nice to meet you. Please take care of me."

She reached out her hand proactively.

Sophia gave her a polite smile. "Miss Clark, pleased to meet you as well."

The moment their hands met, the grip suddenly tightened.

Daisy squeezed hard, still smiling artificially. "Miss Morgan, your hand is so soft~"

Sophia’s lips curved. She tightened her grip in return.

Her years of karate training weren’t for nothing.

Clearly, Daisy was all show and no substance. She couldn’t endure it for long before discomfort showed on her face.

Sophia smiled. "Miss Clark’s hands are quite delicate too."

She abruptly increased the pressure. Daisy let out a stifled grunt.

Suddenly—

Lucas wrapped his hand around Sophia’s and pulled her hand free. "No matter how much you like Miss Clark, you shouldn’t cling to someone else like that."

Daisy’s face went pale.

"Miss Clark, does your dress fit comfortably?" Sophia asked casually.

Daisy looked down at her star-patterned couture gown and let out a smug laugh. "Of course. It’s haute couture."

"And how much did it cost?"

"Not much. Just a few million."

Her chin lifted higher, radiating superiority.

Damien nudged her lightly, but she ignored him.

Sophia’s smile deepened. "That pink couture series you’re wearing—I sold that design last year. I wasn’t satisfied with it, so I priced it at only a few hundred thousand. I didn’t expect you would showcase my work this thoroughly today."

Daisy froze. "What... what did you say? You designed—"

"Miss Clark, did you forget? Aside from being Mr. Hilton’s wife, I’m also the designer Luna."

She stepped forward, her tone sharpening.

"And the chairwoman of YL Group."

Daisy really had forgotten.

Sophia’s designs were very popular in the fashion circle. But Daisy never expected that someone had stolen Sophia’s design sketches and produced a gown she thought suited her perfectly.

The designer had even sworn to her that it was their newest creation.

"Miss Clark, why aren’t you saying anything?" Sophia asked lightly.

What could Daisy say?

She spent millions—only to buy a counterfeit.

And the person standing in front of her wasn’t letting her off.

"Miss Morgan," Daisy finally said, "I honestly forgot your identity. Lucas is... very dazzling. Sometimes people overlook you, and I apologize for that. As for the dress..."

She let out a soft laugh. "It’s just an external thing. Plagiarism is shameful, of course, but if it indirectly highlights your excellence, then I suppose it worked out."

Her words were contradictory.

First claiming Sophia wasn’t as remarkable as Lucas, then praising her work.

A slap followed by candy.

Sophia smiled faintly. "My husband is excellent—I know that. But I don’t accept that I’m lesser than him. Miss Clark, the age where girls play with dolls? I grew out of that long ago. Facing reality means putting in the effort myself. After all, people who only take from others don’t always end up well. And sometimes, a saying is true—those who take favors end up indebted. But I..."

She turned, giving Lucas a soft, knowing smile.

"...am his equal partner."

Her words hit Lucas straight in the heart.

He immediately pulled her into his arms. Looking down at Daisy, then shifting his gaze to Damien, he said coolly, "If there’s good news in the future, do let me know. I’ll be sure to send a generous wedding gift."

Damien and Daisy had absolutely nothing going on—yet Lucas’s words made it sound like they did.

Daisy was instantly delighted. "Damien! My father is over there too. Do you want to go over?"

Damien subtly pulled his arm out of her grasp.

"Excuse me," he said, then walked away.

Daisy froze for a second, then hurried after him.

Steven lifted his glass of red wine and downed it in one gulp.

"You two have a really strange relationship."

Sophia looked back at him and let out a soft laugh.

"There’s a lot you still don’t know. Enjoy your time in City A."

"Sophia, Thomas is here."

She turned.

Thomas rarely attended social events, yet tonight he was dressed to the nines—clearly, he had weighed the occasion carefully.

Behind him were his son Brandon, Brandon’s wife, as well as Ethan and Olivia.

Spotting familiar faces, Thomas immediately rushed over to greet them, exchanging one polite line after another.

Ethan was soon pulled into the crowd, leaving Olivia behind with an awkward, stiff smile plastered on her face.

"Looks like Old Mr. Trump really is only after the Morgan family assets," Sophia said quietly.

"You’re right," Lucas replied. "Morgan Group usually keeps a low profile. If you chose to inherit it, you’d be gaining something that’s already sinking. It’d be like sealing off every exit it has left."

No sooner had Lucas finished speaking than several people approached them.

Sophia said, "You talk with them first. I’ll go take a look."

Lucas nodded.

Sophia was about to leave when the men stopped her.

"Wait, Miss Morgan—we’re here for you."

"For me?" 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

She was slightly surprised and turned to face the three middle-aged men in suits.

"Miss Morgan, we know you’re the chairwoman of YL," one of them said. "I’m Joe—I work in luxury goods. This is Kyle, electronics. And this is Curtis—glass manufacturing."

Joe kept the introduction brief and got straight to the point.

"To be frank, we’re planning to expand into Country D’s market, but we lack a bridge. I know YL very well—your group’s business range is no less than Hilton Group’s, and overseas your potential growth is even stronger. But I also know YL is relatively new, and your foundation isn’t as solid yet. If you’re willing, Miss Morgan, I’d like to establish a long-term partnership with you."

Sophia raised a brow. Lucas watched her quietly from the side.

Hilton Group and YL were fundamentally different.

YL’s headquarters were abroad, and Joe wasn’t wrong—YL’s roots were still shallow.

Hilton Group, on the other hand, was a long-established giant with decades of history. Under Lucas’s leadership, it had risen to a level no one could touch.

Sophia thought for a moment.

A long-term partnership was tempting.

And she recognized the three men—during her market research, they had appeared more than once.

Each of them was a leader in his field.

What they lacked was an entry point.

And her own reach in the domestic market was still not deep enough.

"Mr. Joe," she said, "I know who you are. I’m honored you three seniors would think of me. But I’ll be staying in the country for now, so overseas affairs won’t be handled by me personally."

Hearing this, the three of them looked visibly disappointed.

They had approached her after careful calculation.

"Well... in that case, I suppose we—"

"However," she cut in, "you can talk to my uncle."

Before they could process her words, Sophia glanced behind them and smiled.

"Uncle Gordon—you’re here."