"Just because youâre my dad, you can still reach me on the phone after doing such a heartbreaking thing. But that doesnât mean I will let you bully my sister! Even if youâre my dad, if you want to bully my sister, not even the Emperor of Heaven would succeed!"
Bright Sampson said, "Next time I take your call, I hope you wonât be the same unrepentant person, otherwise, Iâll block you too! I wonât care whether you live or die!"
"Fine! Then give me one hundred million, and you donât have to care if Iâm dead or alive! If I have money, I wonât bother your precious sister either!"
Father Sampton had already given up, he cursed, "All of you look down on me, youâre all dogs looking down on people, all of you just watch, sooner or later, Iâll make you regret it!"
"I have no money, not even a cent." After Bright Sampson said this, he decisively hung up the phone.
Last time Julie Sampson came back and told him about Father Samptonâs situation.
He knew Father Sampton was eyeing Jane Sampsonâs inheritance, but Bright Sampson didnât pay attention because Jane Sampson was still alive, so Father Samptonâs plan was doomed to fail.
But Bright Sampson never expected that the news of Jane Sampson being alive would provoke Father Sampton into such a lunatic.
He knew that although Father Sampton had been scammed out of a lot of money, he still had a car, a house, and some spare money left, which was enough to keep him fed and clothed. Therefore, even if Bright Sampson had money now, he wouldnât give him a single cent.
After hanging up the phone, thinking about how Jane Sampson had long blocked Father Samptonâs phone number, Bright Sampson couldnât help but feel it was the right move!
Otherwise, the one whoâd be so angry now would be his sister.
Meanwhile.
Inside the newly established West Crossing Apparel Co.
Jillian Carter read through all the tweets about Jane Sampson with a gloomy face.
Word by word, she muttered through gritted teeth, "Little Jane, welcome back."
She went through all the content in that topic.
She saw her brother, James Carter, retweet Jane Sampsonâs tweets with a tone that almost made her jealous, saying, "Welcome back."
Filled with anger, Jillian Carter smashed the tablet computer she was holding.
With a loud bang, the tablet computer hit the corner of the table and then fell onto the ground, shattering the screen instantly.
The noise attracted the attention of the employees outside the door.
The assistant rushed in from outside with a concerned look and asked, "President Carter, did something happen?"
"Get out!" Jillian Carter shouted toward the doorway.
The assistant stiffened for a second, dared not stay any longer, shut the door, and turned to run.
When the assistant got back to their desk, the employees gathered around, asking about what had happened.
"Hey, whatâs going on? Why was there such a loud noise from the bossâ office just now?" Employee A asked.
"I donât know, the last time I went in to deliver some information, I saw President Carter was holding a tablet looking at tweets, seemed like she was watching Jane Sampsonâs return tweets. I donât know if sheâs not feeling well today; she didnât look good. Then just now, when I went in, I found she had smashed the tablet into waste; how much force would that take?"
The assistant couldnât help but tremble at the thought of Jillianâs furious expression and tone earlier, "Just now, the way President Carter was losing her temper was terrifying. President Carter is in a bad mood; everyone, just be careful today and donât get caught in the crossfire."