C11 The Hatred of Killing Her Son!

Lottie was 100% sure that the man was Preston.

But why did he deny it?

She recalled the scene just now and her face darkened.

Mr. Peterson didn't think that she was using Flora to get close to him, did he?

Can she not be so narcissistic?

Lottie rolled her eyes.

She lowered her head to look at her daughter in her arms, only to discover that Flora's big eyes were still staring blankly at Prester's car.

She asked in surprise, "Flora, do you know that man just now?"

However, the little girl did not respond to her question.

It was not until the car disappeared on the road that Flora looked away and hugged Lottie's neck obediently.

Lottie looked at the back of the driver's hand and said, "I'm sorry, Flora. Sometimes, I bite people when I'm in a hurry. I'll take you to the hospital to apply some medicine..."

The driver waved his hand and said, "It's normal for kids to bite people. My son also bites me often. It's okay, Miss Lottie. Let's get in the car."

Lottie sighed.

Flora had always been correcting her habit, but the effect was minimal.

The car continued to drive and soon stopped in front of the entrance of the Sherman Group.

Lottie sent the two children into the lounge and told Sebastian to take good care of his sister before she entered the office.

The person who had brought her into the chip was the cousin of the Morales family, Miles.

When Lottie was eight years old, she went abroad to study abroad. She only came back to the country once a year. Lottie was not familiar with him for the past four years.

However, she had to admit that her big cousin was very capable. Otherwise, he would not have been able to stand out among the dozens of younger generation members of the Morales family.

"Lottie, can you show me the code of the chip first?"

Miles was very professional. He started to talk about work the moment they met.

Lottie did not hesitate. She sat in front of the computer and typed on the keyboard with her white fingers.

Soon, a page of code was typed out from her fingertips.

Miles was also a programmer.

When he saw the string of codes on the screen, he was stunned.

His cousin sister had actually used the simplest C language to write the most complicated program!

If they used this string of codes to optimize the chip, their Xie Group's products would definitely be able to take the lead in the market.

No wonder his father could not wait to sign the contract.

"Big cousin, I've already inputted the optimization code into the computer system. I just need to connect to your internal system..."

Lottie explained the matter in an orderly manner, not even leaving out the smallest detail.

Miles looked at her with more admiration, "If this product can be successfully developed, you will have a great contribution."

Lottie smiled and said, "Uncle and big cousin are willing to believe in me, that's why this chip has the chance to see the light of day. Isn't that right?"

Miles shook his head.

He was sure that there were a lot of companies secretly contacting Lottie.

Without the Morales family, there would be countless companies from the Wang and Lee families competing with Lottie.

The only reason the Morales family was able to get this opportunity was because Lottie was the granddaughter of the Morales family.

Just as the two of them were about to go and see the samples that the company had produced, their secretary suddenly walked in.

"Young Master, Miss Lottie has come to discuss cooperation."

Lottie narrowed her eyes.

Miss Lottie?

Cher?

That was true. When the Stewart Group was first established, it was supported by the Morales family.

The two companies had a very deep relationship.

Although the Stewart family and the Morales family had been at loggerheads for the past four years, it was not an easy task to divide the market clearly.

Lottie turned her head and asked, "Cousin, what business cooperation do the Stewart family and the Stewart family have with each other now?"

"This time, the Stewart family wants to take a share of the intelligent products. They have always wanted to continue working with us," said Miles. "But the Stewart family has never been able to show enough sincerity, so my father is hesitating. The contract has not been signed yet."

Lottie pointed at the table and said, "Cousin, if you trust me, can you let me handle this matter?"

She raised her eyes, her pupils calm.

However, Miles could imagine what was behind this calmness.

Last night, he had already heard about what happened four years ago from his grandmother. The Stewart family had a grudge against Lottie.

If there was no one alive, the Morales family could turn a blind eye and continue working with the Stewart family.

But now, two bloody lives were in danger.

Even if he didn't have any feelings for his cousin, he couldn't turn a blind eye to it.

Miles said in a deep voice, "Lottie, you are the investor in this project. You have the right to decide anything. I'll leave this matter to you."

"Thank you, big cousin."

Lottie let out a sigh of relief.

At this moment, in the reception area.

Cher was leaning against the sofa with an impatient expression on her face.

She had already waited for twenty minutes, but the Morales family still didn't send anyone over. They actually dared to ignore her.

The Morales family! That slut's grandmother's family! She would never want to have any contact with the people of the Morales family!

But she had no choice.

She was now the heir of the Stewart family, and the Stewart Group was on the decline. Therefore, she had to consider the company first when she did anything.

It would be great if Pramon was willing to reveal her identity.

Countless people would come over to fawn on her.

However, Prynne had ordered her not to tell anyone about the children and not to have anything to do with the Fu family.

In other words, although she had successfully made Pron think that she was the mother of the children, she had not gained any benefits from the Fu family.

She was so angry!

Cher drank the coffee in one gulp. The sound of high heels could be heard from outside the door.