He Chose the So-Called Sister Chapter 391: The Uninvited Guest

She couldn't stand being looked down on again.

"??? I sense a little excitement in your tone. You're that happy I'm not going?"

Sherry almost choked when she read that.

How could he tell she was happy just from her text?

She quickly glanced around the room to make sure no one was watching.

She was happy—not because he wasn't coming, but because she finally had a chance to prepare his gift.

If Lucas went with her, she'd never get a moment alone.

"No, I don't want to disturb your work. I'll rest a bit more."

"Alright. Tell the hospital staff if you need anything."

After a few days of recovery, Sherry returned to the entertainment company.

Things had been peaceful with the staff lately.

At first, many had wanted to cause her trouble, but they didn't dare use dirty tricks.

They'd just hoped to laugh at her mistakes at work.

Unfortunately for them, she hadn't slipped up once.

Over time, they realized she was an amazing boss—she stayed out of their business, left on time, and never gave them a hard time about working overtime.

Sherry went about her work as usual. Max and Tony were gone.

Luckily, she was handling the day's meetings alone. She'd gone from nervous and lost to completely calm.

More than calm.

When she looked at them, her gaze was terrifying.

Somehow, it felt just like Lucas', like they were prey being targeted, and crossing her meant certain death.

The people who had been the loudest before now barely dared to speak. They were terrified of being cut down by that look.

At first, some whispered she was just copying Lucas. But the more they watched, the more they saw her own sharp edge.

They'd gotten used to it, at least.

As long as they left each other alone, everything was fine.

The meeting hadn't even started yet.

Sherry was standing at the front, ready to speak, when a woman burst in—with security right behind her.

"Ms. Campbell, we're sorry. This woman says she's your mother, she—"

The guard couldn't bring himself to finish.

"We couldn't hold her back."

Claire slapped their hands away.

"You lowlifes have no sense! I'm Mrs. Campbell, Sherry's mother! How dare you touch me? You think you poor trash can get away with laying a hand on me?!

"Do you have any idea how much this outfit costs? One touch and you owe me a million!

"You've ruined it! Pay up! Got your poor stench all over me!

"Can't you smell yourselves? You're disgusting."

Claire was full of herself, and her words were cruel.

She trampled all over the working class, grinding their pride into the dirt.

She stood there, throwing a fit.

The guards turned red with humiliation.

No one could take that kind of abuse, especially not two young guys fresh out of college.

They were big and strong, hired to handle crazy fans, but they didn't know how to fight with someone this unreasonable.

Claire saw everyone staring and lifted her chin even higher.

The Campbells had started their own entertainment company. Teresa told her it would soon be number one in the industry.

She thought her status made her better than everyone here.

She had no idea the company she was standing in was already the biggest in the state.

She just felt powerful.

The office staff finally thought they'd found Sherry's weak spot.

They got ready to laugh at her. If this were happening to them, they'd be too embarrassed to show their faces again.

They finally had something to attack Sherry over.

They smirked—until Claire turned to them.

"None of you losers at this trash company have any manners. I won't even talk about Sherry—she's useless. But I'm the boss lady of Primehall! Is this how you treat me? Where's my water, my coffee?!"

Claire huffed.

"I heard your stupid company gave my son attitude before. Looks like my son was way too nice to you!"

Insult Sherry all she wanted.

But insult their company? That was their life's work.

"We're being polite because you're an elder. This is DreamCreast, one of the biggest names in the business. We've never heard of Primehall. Is that some cheap, no-name company?"