Chapter 43: Chapter 43: As Expected of Vincent Grant, Always Finding a Way to Hurt Her

That was Vincent Grant for you, always finding a way to make her miserable.

The videos she made that got millions of likes, the product launches she hosted that stunned the market—none of it counted in his eyes!

It was all just Timothy Morgan covering for her...

It would be easy to find out if that was true, but he wasn’t willing to waste even a second on her.

Smith withdrew his gaze in disappointment. "Is that so?"

’It seems it was just a resemblance.’

Smith had no interest in housewives, so he quickly resumed his conversation with Joanna Sherman.

Sophia Shaw really didn’t want to see the dismissive look on Vincent Grant’s face any longer, so she turned and went elsewhere.

From a distance, Justin Hughes had been staring at Sophia Shaw, his eyes blazing with hatred.

He didn’t walk over until Joanna Sherman was alone, and he brought up the matter of Levin Sawyer protecting Sophia.

The more he spoke, the more hateful he became, his hand squeezing his glass so hard it seemed to deform.

"I can’t believe she actually got into Lead Aerospace!"

"Levin Sawyer must be blind! Passing you over for a good-for-nothing woman like her!"

"Stop gossiping about other people!" Joanna Sherman cut him off coldly. "Mind your own business and focus on yourself!"

With that, she turned and walked away.

Only then did Justin Hughes realize he had just compared Joanna Sherman to a woman like Sophia Shaw. He slapped his own mouth in frustration.

In the distance, someone watched Joanna Sherman’s retreating figure.

"As expected of Cathan’s number one female genius. Her aura is something else."

Joanna Sherman turned a corner, and once she was in a secluded spot, she finally dropped her cold facade and slammed her fist against the railing in frustration.

After confirming no one was around, she quickly called Yvonne Sherman. "What the hell is going on? How did Sophia Shaw get into Lead Aerospace?"

"Something like that happened?"

Yvonne Sherman’s heart sank with a THUD. She never dreamed she could have been so wrong.

"Don’t tell me Levin Sawyer has been bewitched by that bitch’s pretty face."

Joanna Sherman’s chest heaved. "It would be one thing if Levin Sawyer were only interested in her looks. What I’m afraid of is that there’s another reason."

"What other reason could there be?" Yvonne Sherman was much more confident than Joanna. "Levin Sawyer isn’t young. He must have certain... needs. He’s probably just into Sophia Shaw’s type."

"That Sophia Shaw is just shameless! Still married to Vincent Grant and already throwing herself at other men!"

"But this is actually a good thing. If she leaves Vincent Grant sooner, you’ll have your chance!"

A divorce from the Grant Family wasn’t easy to get, and Yvonne Sherman had been worried about that.

If Sophia Shaw had an affair on her own, the Grants certainly wouldn’t force them to stay together.

"Can you stop saying such crass things all the time!"

’She was the high and mighty Joanna Sherman. Since when did she ever need to seduce Vincent Grant?’

Joanna Sherman had no desire to continue the conversation. "I’m hanging up. I have to meet Old Master Sloan today."

Smith had agreed to be her consultant.

But only by becoming Old Master Sloan’s student could she find greater room for development.

"My darling daughter, I heard Old Master Sloan is stubborn and has high standards. Can you handle him?"

"I have to handle him whether I can or not!" Joanna Sherman said, her voice firm.

"Our previous consultant bailed, Lead Aerospace is unwilling to cooperate, and now the entire rocket project is basically at a standstill!"

"Only by becoming Old Master Sloan’s student can I make greater progress! And because of Old Master Sloan, Lead Aerospace will naturally be inclined to allocate more resources to us."

Yvonne Sherman’s eyes lit up as she listened.

"If that happens, Grant Interstellar will be able to stand on Lead Aerospace’s shoulders and soar to the heavens!"

’Wouldn’t her daughter become a world-class figure?’

Joanna Sherman grunted in affirmation and hung up.

When she turned back, she saw a young woman standing a short distance away, looking in her direction with a half-smile.

Joanna Sherman’s brow furrowed. She appeared calm on the surface, but her heart lurched in alarm.

She had always claimed publicly that the rocket launch was her achievement alone, with no outside help.

Her call with Yvonne Sherman had just revealed far too much...

Her fingertips dug into her palm as her sharp gaze stabbed at the other person.

The young woman turned, asked a passing waiter for a cup of tea in English, and walked away.

Joanna Sherman didn’t walk back until the young woman had disappeared from sight.

In the main hall, Samuel Goldman was also present.

"President Goldman." Joanna Sherman walked over with a smile.

"Miss Sherman."

Samuel Goldman had actually always admired Joanna Sherman, so he was very polite.

He proactively clinked glasses with her.

Joanna Sherman lowered her head to take a drink, the smile not reaching her eyes.

Taking a small sip, she pursed her lips and spoke, "Vice President Goldman, did your company hire some top talent to kick me out of the picture?"

"Not at all." Samuel Goldman didn’t dare speak carelessly and quickly denied it. "Actually, I admire Miss Sherman from the bottom of my heart. It’s just that the company’s plans changed suddenly, so..."

"A woman as smart and capable as Miss Sherman will surely have a great future, even without collaborating with us."

"That woman named Sophia Shaw is my sister. Didn’t she join your company?"

Samuel Goldman was startled.

He hadn’t expected the two of them to have such a relationship.

But he still said, "Ah, her. Levin personally recruited her. He’s keeping her by his side, but he hasn’t specified her position."

Samuel Goldman’s words were ambiguous, and the light in Joanna Sherman’s eyes slowly dimmed.

’If Sophia Shaw truly held some incredible position, it’s impossible that Samuel Goldman wouldn’t know.’

’She had been overthinking it.’

Undeniably, Sophia Shaw’s mood was still affected by Vincent Grant’s attitude.

The humiliation she had suffered at the Grant Group was too painful.

Even though she warned herself a hundred times not to get upset over unimportant people and things, she couldn’t stop her mind from replaying every little detail of what had happened over the past few days.

Sophia Shaw patted her head in frustration.

Her gaze inadvertently landed on a table not far away.

A middle-aged man of about fifty was sitting there, scratching his head nonstop, looking like he’d run into a difficult problem.

The table before him was covered with white paper, all of it densely filled with writing.

He held a pen in his hand, unable to put it to paper for a long time.

Downstairs, the event was now in full swing. Everyone was busy socializing and expanding their networks.

Only he was hiding quietly in this spot, which, paradoxically, drew Sophia Shaw’s attention even more.

She took a few steps closer and saw that the papers were covered in formulas.

Clearly, he had not yet found the answer.

"Young lady, are you interested?"

The man asked with a smile when he saw her.

Sophia Shaw, who had been about to leave, drew back her foot. She pursed her lips, gave a small nod of respect, and glanced at the paper a few more times before saying honestly, "It looks quite challenging."

A look of surprise flickered in the middle-aged man’s eyes.

To be able to say it was challenging was proof enough that she understood the problem!

He couldn’t help but size up the young woman before him.

Her skin was as white as snow, her eyes were clear, and she naturally exuded a gentle, graceful beauty.

No matter how he looked at her, she seemed like a court lady who had stepped out of a classical Jiangnan painting, not a science-and-engineering type who could solve such problems.

"Want to give it a try?" the man asked casually, not holding out much hope.

But Sophia Shaw nodded gently. "Yes."

"Are you sure?"

It wasn’t that he didn’t believe in her ability; it was just that this problem was incredibly difficult. Many seasoned experts had failed to solve it.

’This girl in front of him was twenty at most.’

If it were purely a mathematical problem, it might be conceivable for the young lady to solve it.

But this problem also involved physics, chemistry, materials science...

In short, without several decades of professional research, one couldn’t even begin to touch it.