Queen Mommy's Six Genius Babies Found the CEO Daddy-Chapter 185: Sharp Tongues and Full-On Fire

Sophia handed the partnership matter over to Marcus.

With him in charge, she felt completely at ease.

Besides, she was far more curious about Jacob.

Not long after, the doors opened again, and Jacob walked in with a cane.

Many people immediately went up to greet him.

Jacob headed straight toward Lucas, and when he saw Sophia, a smile appeared on his face.

"Mr. Hilton, Miss Morgan. Long time no see."

Lucas responded without expression. "It has been a while."

"How is Miss Morgan’s health?"

Sophia’s lips curved slightly. "Mr. Brown, isn’t that question a bit unnecessary? Whether I’m well or not—you should know better than anyone."

Jacob laughed even louder. "Miss Morgan, you really do enjoy joking. The only one who truly knows how you’re doing is Mr. Hilton. But I’m relieved to see you’re all right—it’s a blessing in the midst of misfortune."

Sophia’s gaze drifted behind him—landing on the bodyguard.

It was the man who attacked her.

Jacob didn’t bother hiding it.

"Mr. Brown," she said, "your bodyguard looks strong. He must be good in a fight?"

Jacob glanced back dismissively. "Too much protein powder. Makes him look big."

"Oh, really? Funny—he looks very familiar. Almost like we’ve met before."

Jacob continued pretending. "The world is big, Miss Morgan. People look alike all the time."

"Mr. Brown, you’ve put a great deal of effort into Damien. I’m sure he’ll become an exceptional man."

"My son is naturally exceptional. But there are many people worth learning from in this country—like you, and Mr. Hilton beside you. Both of you are standouts. Deep-minded, calculating, foxlike. Even an old man over fifty like me has to admire that."

Sophia turned to Lucas and said, "I remember William said he wanted to discuss a business deal with you. He’s waiting over there."

William had indeed arrived, and he had no desire to see Lucas—but Sophia was simply giving Lucas an excuse to leave.

Private matters, she could handle herself.

"Miss Morgan," Jacob said, "it seems you have something to say to me?"

"Old Mr. Brown, you know exactly what I mean."

Sophia placed a hand on her waist, her expression unreadable.

"I’m afraid I don’t."

"Don’t pretend. I’m not blind. If you’ve done something, just say it. Why bother acting clueless?"

There was clear disdain in her voice, surprising Jacob.

This girl was impossible to read—so blunt, offering no courtesy whatsoever. Was she really tearing the mask off in public?

"Miss Morgan, I’ve lived half a lifetime, and no one has ever spoken to me like that."

Sophia rolled her eyes—not dramatically, but still obvious enough for him to catch.

She didn’t feel even a hint of guilt. "Well, lucky you—you get to experience it today. Everything has a first time. I hope meeting me gives you a very deep impression."

Her tone was almost like a street punk’s.

She had no patience for people who played dumb.

"Miss Morgan," Jacob said tightly, "you’re a lady from a wealthy family. Who taught you manners? How can you be so crude?"

Sophia crossed one leg over the other and lifted her gaze lazily. "My mother taught me. Would you like to go down and have a deep ’exchange of insights’ with her yourself?"

Jacob’s expression twisted, a knot stuck in his throat.

He had never had much direct interaction with Sophia, but after just a few minutes of conversation, he could see clearly—this woman was anything but simple.

"Damien showing up around me from the beginning... that wasn’t an accident, was it?"

She had thought about it for a long time, yet still couldn’t figure out why Damien had suddenly appeared in her life.

Not until Jacob slipped up.

They were father and son. And one day, all of DS Group’s assets would belong to Damien.

After she returned to the country, Damien appeared just before her identity was exposed.

She didn’t believe in that many coincidences in the world.

Which meant only one thing—his initial appearance had been arranged by Jacob.

Of course, she couldn’t deny that Jacob might’ve simply wanted Damien to get close to her... and things eventually spiraled into the whole Susan incident.

Susan saved him. He owed her that debt.

"Miss Morgan, do you always view the world with this much malice? To the point where anyone who shows up seems suspicious to you?"

"Old man, cut the crap. I’m warning you—don’t play tricks. DS headquarters is abroad. So is YL’s. Sure, the rankings may differ sometimes, but I’m not someone you can push around. If you insist on doing something harmful and pointless, I don’t mind dragging DS into hell with me."

The first thing she called him stunned Jacob completely.

He never expected the young woman before him to deny him even a shred of respect.

"Do you know who I am? I am not only the chairman of DS—overseas I control—"

"Enough. I’m not like you—old as dirt and still shameless. The man beside you tried to kill me last time. Don’t pretend. You want to brag about your connections? Sorry to break it to you, but you’re not the only one with power in this world. If you’re not convinced, we can go head-to-head."

Sophia flashed a dazzling smile—and immediately attracted several young waiters offering her wine.

"Old Mr. Brown, if my words upset you, I’m sorry. I did it on purpose."

"You—!"

"Old Mr. Brown, you’ve crossed more bridges than I’ve walked roads. Be steady. After all... if one day the bridge collapses under you, that would be a real problem."

Sophia stepped forward to walk past him—then stopped again, as if the provocation wasn’t enough.

"One more thing. The waves of the Yangtze push the old waves onto the shore. With one foot already in the cremation box, maybe you should focus on training the next generation~"

Jacob’s eyes widened with fury.

He turned around just in time to see her stroll into the crowd with a smile.

"Boss, do you want me to take care of her?"

The bodyguard behind him spoke with a chilling tone, enough to intimidate anyone.

Jacob glared at him.

"Kill, kill, kill—is that all you know? This is your fault for not cleaning things up properly. Go home and take your punishment. As for her... hah. Interesting. There will be plenty of chances in the future. Do not act without my permission."

"Yes, sir."

The bodyguard lowered his head in obedience.

After Sophia walked away, that simmering fire in her chest refused to go out.

She wasn’t arrogant. Anyone would feel hatred toward someone who tried to kill them.

Some people chose to swallow it.

She wasn’t one of them.

Jacob’s influence might be overseas, but even if he brought trouble to her door domestically, she had a hundred perfectly legal ways to make him regret it.

Suddenly, Olivia’s mocking voice came from behind her.

"My God-grandfather is very powerful, Sophia. Just wait—he’ll definitely get my parents out."

Sophia turned around, giving the girl a slow once-over, eyes gleaming with amused interest.

She had just finished with the old one, and now the young one walked straight up to her.

There’s a road to heaven but you refuse to take it—yet you insist on marching straight into the gun.

"Get them out? You’re dreaming."