Grace opened the door and asked, "Who are you?" "Good evening, Mrs. Morgan. My name is Dylan, and my boss sent me to deliver some clothes." Standing outside was a tall, handsome man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He carried himself with great elegance, speaking in a refined manner, exuding an air of respectability. Grace, upon seeing him, couldn't help but respond more deferentially, "And who are these clothes for?" Dylan smiled and replied, "They are for Mr. Morgan's daughter." "Sophia?" Grace's eyes lit up, and she was overjoyed. "Could your boss be... Mr. Taylor's big boss?" Dylan confirmed, "Yes, my boss is the largest shareholder of the Taylor Group. He is the one who funded Mr. Taylor for the shopping mall project. Is Mr. Morgan's daughter at home?" Grace couldn't contain her excitement and quickly called out, "Sophia, come here! The big boss has sent clothes for you!" Sophia was stunned for a few seconds but was soon overwhelmed with joy and rushed over, "Are these really for me? He hasn't even met me yet!" It felt like she had won the lottery! Grace also couldn't hide her happiness and turned to Logan, "Dear, did you mention Sophia to Mr. Taylor?" Logan nodded, "I did mention Sophia. Mr. Taylor knows about her." "I knew it!" Grace was so delighted she nearly jumped for joy. They had divine favor! She had been thinking about how to make a good impression on the big boss at the party, and now it seemed he was already interested in Sophia. Did he want to marry Sophia? If so, Sophia wouldn't need to marry Nathan anymore. This mysterious boss was clearly wealthier than Nathan. More importantly, he was someone Logan needed to please. As long as Sophia could marry this mysterious boss, Emily would be completely defeated. Both Sophia and Grace were ecstatic, especially Sophia. She ran over, reaching out to take the gift box from Dylan, "Thank you so much..."But Dylan pulled back, "This isn't for you." Sophia's hand froze mid-air, and she said anxiously, "But I'm Mr. Morgan's daughter!" Just then, a familiar voice came from behind, "Sorry, I believe this is for me." Emily walked over and greeted Dylan with a smile, "Hello, Dylan." "Good evening," Dylan said, respectfully handing the gift box to her. "These are clothes and shoes my boss personally selected for you. They are tailored to your measurements. My boss mentioned that white suits you best and hopes you will wear this dress to his party." Seeing Emily, Dylan's smile widened, displaying a respectful attitude that contrasted sharply with his earlier formality. Sophia watched in shock as Emily took the box from Dylan and untied the pretty light purple ribbon, opening the box— Emily pulled out the dress from the box. It was an ivory white off-shoulder dress with a lace hem, looking both elegant and sweet. Sophia, familiar with luxury goods, immediately recognized that this dress was very expensive. It was a high-end custom-made luxury item. "This dress..." Emily frowned slightly, "Was it chosen by him?" Dylan nodded with a smile, "Yes, my boss specially commissioned a designer to tailor it for you." "Oh," Emily showed no particular reaction and put the dress back in the box, "Please convey my thanks to your boss." "I will certainly pass on your thanks." With his task completed, Dylan left. The Morgan family was now eerily silent, with each person lost in their own thoughts. Sophia sat in the corner of the sofa, her gaze as sharp as a knife, wanting to stab Emily to death. Not far away, Logan was speaking to Emily. "Emily, do you know the big boss behind Mr. Taylor?" Emily shook her head, "I don't." "If you don't know him, why would he send you clothes?" Logan was anxious, "Emily, tell me the truth, what is your relationship with that big boss? Can you invite him to our home for dinner..." Emily held the dress, her face expressionless, but her heart cold. Logan usually acted so proud, but he was willing to humble himself to please a rich man for money. Human nature is hypocritical. What face did he use when he was in love with her mother? Emily chuckled softly, "I really don't know him. He probably just knows about me." She wasn't lying. Mr. Satan knew everything about her, but she knew nothing about his true identity. Logan sighed, "Emily, if that's the case, then my job in the Taylor Group and handling the shopping mall project is because of you. The mysterious boss ordered Mr. Taylor to give me the opportunity, right? Emily, my dear daughter, whatever you want in the future, just tell me. As long as it's within my power, I'll fulfill your wishes." Emily's fingers tapped rhythmically on the dress box, producing a soft sound, "Mr. Morgan, you should keep calling me Emily. If people know you have an illegitimate daughter, it won't be good for your reputation." "Don't say that," Logan's attitude towards Emily had changed significantly, "You are my daughter, and that's an undeniable fact. Am I the kind of person who would deny my daughter for reputation?" Yes, you are. Emily smiled at him. If Emily didn't know the mysterious boss, how could Logan acknowledge her as his daughter? Now, their positions had switched. Emily held the power. Whether or not she acknowledged Logan as her father was up to her. "I don't think I want to reveal our relationship for now. I'm a bit tired today, so I'll head to my room to rest. You all must be tired from shopping all day too, so get some rest."