They were saying it loud enough for Emily to hear. Logan's publicly acknowledged daughter was still Sophia, not her. Sophia had an education and appeared respectable, whereas Emily hadn't attended college and had lived in the slums. So Logan chose Sophia to attend important occasions over her. Logan went out first to get the car, while Grace and Sophia followed slowly, whispering. "Mom, who exactly is the person Dad is taking us to meet?" "I'm not too sure. I heard from Logan that this mysterious boss is Mr. Taylor's benefactor. He's a very wealthy figure who usually stays low-key and doesn't appear in public much. Mr. Taylor's success in beating Nathan and securing the shopping mall project was thanks to his support." Sophia couldn't help but marvel, "Then he must be even richer than Nathan!" "Of course," Grace glanced at Sophia. They both had the same thing on their minds. She held Sophia's hand and patted it gently, "I did some digging last night. This mysterious boss is a young man. He has been living in Europe since he was five years old. He doesn't know much about what happens in the U.S..." Sophia's eyes darted around upon hearing this. "Mom, I have an idea." "I know what you're thinking, and I agree," Grace said. "Nathan has broken up with you and is now hard to deal with. We can't put all our hopes on him. We'll see how things go. If this mysterious boss is truly a billionaire, you could target him as your next goal..." Sophia smiled, feeling delighted as if she was already a wealthy wife. Nathan had always loved Emily and refused to marry Sophia, but so what? Sophia now had a better target and wasn't as obsessed with Nathan anymore. Sophia's ultimate goal was to marry a wealthy man, become a rich wife, and enjoy shopping and parties every day. She didn't want to work to earn money, and believed women should enjoy life. Working was a man's job; she only needed to enjoy herself. Moreover, this young mysterious boss had lived in Europe for a long time and didn't know what had happened to her. He shouldn't care about her past with Nathan. As long as Sophia pleased him in bed, she believed she could achieve her dreams. The party was a great opportunity, and she planned to dress beautifully to leave a lasting impression on the mysterious boss. "Grace, Sophia, hurry up and get in the car!" Logan had already started the car and was waiting outside the villa. Grace quickly responded, "Coming!" She whispered to Sophia, "Keep this to yourself and don't show it on your face. Control your expressions. If Logan finds out what you're thinking, he'll definitely turn against you!" Sophia dismissed her concerns, pouting, "Why would he turn against me? Logan wants higher status. If I can be with that mysterious boss, I'll help him climb the social ladder. He'll surely abandon Emily to please me." Grace thought about it and agreed. Logan was a hypocrite who only cared about his public image and reputation. For that, he would sacrifice anything. If the mysterious boss took an interest in Sophia, Logan would turn a blind eye. If Sophia succeeded, he would be delighted. Recently, they had been repeatedly trapped by Emily. It was time to strike back. They got into the car and headed to Fifth Avenue. Emily stood by her bedroom window, watching the car slowly disappear from sight. At noon, Herry said he was hungry, so Emily made some porridge and sat by his bed, feeding him spoonfuls. Herry was unusually compliant, not picky about the food Emily prepared, eating everything. Although Emily didn't like this ill-mannered child, there was no hatred between them, so she took good care of him. After feeding him, she prepared a glass of juice. Watching him finish it, she prepared to go to the kitchen to wash the dishes. "Hey, wait..." Herry suddenly called out to her. Emily stopped. She knew this little devil wouldn't let her off so easily. "What is it?" Herry met her gaze, shrinking his neck with a strange expression. "Are you going to wash the dishes?" Emily nodded. "Yes, if you need something, just tell me. I'll get it for you." "I don't need anything," Herry's eyes darted nervously, "Uh... don't wash the dishes. These plates aren't worth much; you can just throw them away.""I can't do that," Emily knew that if she really threw the dishes away, Grace would accuse her of being wasteful. Although Grace couldn't do much to her, her ability to spread rumors could cause Emily a lot of trouble. She was puzzled, asking, "Why don't you want me to wash the dishes?" "No reason. I just think you're too clumsy. I'm afraid you'll break them." Herry blushed, refusing to tell the truth. Emily didn't want to argue with a child, so she nodded, "Don't worry, I won't break them." "Hey, Emily!" Herry became anxious and sat up, urgently saying, "I told you not to wash the dishes. Why won't you listen? How many times do I have to say it?" What was wrong with Herry? Emily took a deep breath. "Why exactly? Give me a reason." "No reason, I just don't want you to wash them." Herry turned his head, chin raised. "Fine, I won't wash them. You wash them." Herry sighed, finally confessing, "Alright, I'll tell you the truth. This morning, I saw Sophia pouring a strange liquid into the dish soap bottle. If you use it, you'll get hurt, just like my face." Emily was stunned. "Do you understand now?" Herry still had a bad attitude, "That liquid hurts a lot and leaves scars. I'm stopping you for your own good." "Why help me?" Herry raised his chin, "I'm not helping you. I just don't want you to hurt your hands and leave no one to cook for me."