"Vanessa, children should not interrupt adult conversations. You're not yet in a position to speak to me!"

The bystanders were taken aback.

They had heard rumors of Waylen Fowler's daughter's fierce nature, but witnessing it firsthand was another story.

Alexis' protective stance was clear.

With Edwin's assertiveness and Alexis’ uncompromising attitude, the Smiths were left with a severe headache. They quickly left the scene.

The meeting room was now left with a group of Evans men.

Alexis addressed them directly.

"Still here? Waiting for Great-uncle Mark to show you the door?"

When one of them complained about the Evans Group's stocks plummeting, Alexis gestured dismissively.

"Please, take that up with your Mr. Evans. This isn't the right place since I'm a Fowler. And remember, if you try to cause trouble, Edwin won't hesitate to act. He doesn't show the same restraint as his father."

The group of men left disgruntled, demanding a private jet back to Czanch.

Alexis watched them go, a sneer on her lips.

"Be thankful I'm not making you crawl back!"

After a long and eventful day at the company, Edwin left around five in the afternoon to pick up Laura.

Lina informed Edwin that Laura was at a nearby coffee shop, meeting a client.

He drove there and soon spotted Laura, engaged in conversation with a woman who looked quite respectable.

Just as he was about to approach, he overheard the woman's words.

“Miss Thomas, I initially admired your design, but given your background and the rumors about you, I think it's inappropriate for my daughter to wear your wedding dress. I've reconsidered and decided not to purchase it. As for any inconvenience, I suppose it's merely a bit of your time, nothing significant."

The air grew tense.

After a moment, Laura responded, her voice barely above a whisper, “That's not true."