Billionaire’s Great Obsession

Sitting next to him was an elegantly dressed beautiful lady, who must be in her seventies, but looked only around fifty years old. Her hair had also turned gray, but she looked bright and healthy.

Scott was sitting next to his grandfather, both appeared emotionless. They look so alike. Brianna thought, not just their face, but also the way they carry themselves.

Benjamin opened his eyes wide at the sight of Brianna, but he quickly resumed his cold and emotionless look. She looks just like Sol Keaton! He thought. He wasn’t pleased with all.

Brianna noticed the change on Benjamin’s face and her heart sank. She glanced at senior Mrs. Anderson, who looked at Brianna coldly and quickly turned to Jameson with a smile. “Jameson, I’ve missed you so much.” She beckoned him. “I wish you could come to visit more often. Why don’t we get together every week instead?”

Jameson went over and gave her a hug. “I miss you too.” He said gently.

It was obvious that she had completely ignored Brianna. Brianna hesitated. Should I go sit down? Why isn’t Scott introducing me?! Awkwardly, Brianna said with a smile, “Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson. I’m Brianna.”

Benjamin reacted as if he had not heard Brianna and went on talking to Scott about some wine they were sampling.

Mrs. Anderson looked at the handful of presents Brianna was carrying and said coldly, “Don’t bring any presents here. You don’t know what we like. It’s just a waste.”

Though Brianna had come with the expectation that they would not welcome her, this was too much for her to take. She frowned at them.

Scott noticed and glanced at the maid, Ann, who understood straight away and went over to Brianna. “Thanks for the presents.” Ann had a look at the bags and said to Scott’s grandmother with a smile, “Mrs. Anderson, here’s your favorite chocolate cookies.”

Mrs. Anderson glared at Ann and, frightened, Ann looked away immediately. It wasn’t easy for her to be sandwiched in the awkward situation between Scott and his grandmother. How can I please both of them? Ann took the presents to the storeroom and came back with a plate of chocolate cookies. She placed them on the table in front of Mrs. Anderson.

Mrs. Anderson knitted her brows and commented unkindly, “I only like those from Hellen’s Bakery.”

“It is Hellen’s,” Scott said indifferently. Mrs. Anderson glared at him angrily. “You mean to anger your grandpa and me, don’t you?”

Again, indifferently, Scott said, “Not at all. I told Brianna once that you love the chocolate cookies from Helen’s and she remembered and bought some for you.” He beckoned Brianna, and she went and sat down next to him.

As soon as Brianna sat down, both Mr. and Mrs. Anderson’s faces grew stern. Just as she was wondering what to say to change the awkwardness, there came a familiar voice saying, “Is Scott back? Come, I’ve made Thai green curry especially for you!”

Brianna turned around to see a perfectly beautiful face at the kitchen door. It was Sophia Moore, wearing an apron, looking at Brianna with a triumphant sneer.

Seeing that Scott made no response. Mrs. Anderson looked annoyed and said to Scott, “Scott, Sophia is speaking to you. I’ve invited her over for dinner, but she came with a big bag of ingredients, saying she’s preparing your favorite dish for you. What a sweet girl she is!”

Sophia smiled proudly and said cheerfully, “I’ve taken some cooking lessons to learn properly. Please come try and see if you like it.”

Scott didn’t even take a look at her. He said plainly, “I prefer Ann’s cooking.”

The smile on Sophia’s face was replaced by a hurt look. Mrs. Anderson quickly interfered, “Sophia has made it especially for you. You are a lucky man. You should be grateful.”

“I have prepared it with love. Even Ann says my cooking is fantastic now. Won’t you please come and sample?” Sophia said pitifully.

Mrs. Anderson smiled at Sophia and spoke gently, “Sophia is the sweetest girl.” Then she turned to look at Scott and said rather seriously, “She’s done so much for you, Scott. I would love to have her as my daughter-in-law. If you marry her, you will be so happy, and so will I.”

Scott made no comment.

Jameson passed a cookie to Mrs. Anderson and said playfully, “If it wasn’t Scott that Sophia was in love with, I would have married her. Grandpa and grandma would be happy, and I would have a beautiful and supportive wife.”

Scott looked at Jameson and said, “Is that so? Aren’t you still seeing Maggie Taylor? There are plenty of good girls, but you prefer the filthy type.”

Maggie Taylor was the daughter of Jack Taylor and one of his mistresses. Maggie’s mother worked at a club and got disease later on, possibly from the sort of work she did. When she was dying, she sent her daughter, Maggie, to Jack Taylor. Jack had no choice but to take Maggie in.

Same as her mother, Maggie was a stunning beauty and a tameless, intemperate one. People called her and Sophia Moore the two most gorgeous women of Las Vegas, but they have also nicknamed her The Slut of Las Vegas. It was said that she had numerous partners. The respectable families in town, including the Andersons and the Moores, despised her.

Jameson frowned a little bit but quickly resumed his smiley face and defended, “It’s nothing serious. It was just for fun, and I took grandma’s suggestion and dumped her long ago.”

“Have you really? I’m impressed. Nice one.” Scott sneered and raised his glass to Jameson. “Cheers.”

The family seemed to get along well despite the fact that they often disagreed with each other. Brianna sat there quietly, feeling like an outsider. Sophia was also left ignored in the kitchen.

Reluctantly, Mrs. Anderson changed the subject and said, “Scott, why don’t you introduce your friend to Sophia?” She emphasized the word ‘friend’ intentionally.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!