Oliver Charles' hand, buttoning up his shirt, paused, and his eyes emitted a cold light.
"Responsible? How exactly should I take responsibility! You're not suggesting I should marry you, a woman who's slept around, are you?"
Gabriella Lowry responded with a hook-lipped smile, "Exactly! Godfather, I'm the same age as Sienna Summers, if you marry me, you'd be making a fortune!"
Oliver Charles stared at her coldly, now realizing that Gabriella Lowry had come prepared today.
She had caught him off guard.
So her ultimate goal was to become the mistress of Bright Rise Group?
"What if I refuse to marry you?"
Gabriella Lowry took out her phone and shook it.
"Oh, I've recorded everything just now. If you don't marry me, then, I'm sorry, but you might need to make a trip to the police station to report in. I'll call the police and say you raped me!"
With that, she played a video clip.
"Please, no! Godfather, come to your senses, I'm your goddaughter, you can't do this to me!"