The elderly man on the sofa, sharp-eyed and dignified, let out a weary sigh as Linda coyly pleaded with him.
"Alright, Linda. I’ve told you before, you don’t need to start a company. The Wilson family has more than enough wealth to support you," Edward said with indulgent exasperation.
"It’s different, Grandpa. I can’t just rely on the family forever," Linda replied, pouting slightly.
"You're all grown up now," Edward said with a warm smile.
As the only granddaughter of the Wilson family, Linda was adored, and whatever she wanted, Edward was more than willing to support her.
"There’s a designer named Miles Harrington. His work is exceptional, but I’ve tried several times, and he still refuses. Grandpa, can you help me convince him?" she said, finally revealing her request.
Edward nod
