Revenge On My First Love

Chapter 476 Mom, You Help Me A Lot This Time

Chapter 476 Mom, You Help Me A Lot This Time

However, when Emma brought the dumplings to her, she got a brainwave and came to meet Mr. Griffith

with them.

It surprised her such a decision helped her develop a good relationship with him!

Molly still stood there and stamped her foot in rage. She prepared the specialties which were worth

more than ten thousand for Mr. Griffith. However, he didn't show great appreciation for them. Instead,

he was fond of the cheap dumplings.

Well, dumplings?

It was a piece of cake for her to prepare.

When they were not noticing her, Molly gave a five-star hotel a phone call and asked them to make

dumplings of various kinds.

During this time, Sophia had a good conversation. While Mr. Griffith was about to leave, there were still

a few dumplings in the box.

Mr. Griffith said forthrightly, "Well, I'll take away these dumplings, also the box."

Sophia smiled, "I feel honored for my mother-in-law since you love the dumplings she made so much."

"Could you introduce me to her?"

"It's my pleasure!"

Then Mr. Griffith left since he had something to do.

Sophia sighed in relief. Although they hadn't talked much about business, at least, she had given him a

good impression.

As Sophia noticed the way Molly looked at her, she smiled and then turned to leave.

There was still anger in Molly's face. She talked to herself, "Sophia, don't get a big head about this.

Just dumplings. Soon, Mr Griffith won't like your dumplings anymore!"

The next day, Sophia unexpectedly received a phone call from Mr Griffith, who said he wanted to meet

her mother-in-law.

Sophia had told Emma about this before. Emma pulled a wry face and said, "Sophia, I prepared these

for you. And you just gave them to the client you want to work with. What else is on your mind but

work?"

However, after Sophia called her, Emma soon set off to see Mr. Griffith by appointment.

As she arrived at the appointed place, Mr. Griffith recognized her at a glance, "You... You are Joyce

Glass?"

The name was very famous in every academic circle.

Emma smiled, "You're right, Mr. Griffith."

Then Mr Griffith quickly extended his hand. He knew the people here were not used to the etiquette of

a cheek-to-cheek embrace or a kiss on the face. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. So he opted for

a handshake.

Emma shook her hand with his and sat down smiling, "It's surprising that you know me."

"Surely. I've read many of your theories which are very helpful for my business."

Emma published a book about company management before. She just wrote it for fun and never

thought it would help others. In fact, it had incidentally helped a lot of people.

"Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Griffith."

"And I didn't expect the dumplings I ate that day were made by you. I'm so fortunate."

"I have prepared a lot for you. When you are about to leave, I'll ask someone to send them to you."

"That's wonderful! I never thought I can eat such delicious dumplings this time."

Then the three began discussion, not only in the field of work but also others.

After all, people who met with Emma would like to discuss academic topics with her.

Most of the time, Sophia just listened. Of course, from time to time she could offer advice.

Through the chat, Mr. Griffith knew that Sophia turned out to be Joyce Glass' student.

Mr. Griffith sighed emotionally, "If Sophia didn't talk to me of her own accord, I have no idea that she is

one of the participants who want to be the agent of my company."

Sophia knew the fact that each company's bidding documents were great, whether it was the Price

Group, the Duncan Group or other groups.

It was unrealistic to close a deal with Mr Griffith simply by offering a fully developed plan. After all,

achieving cooperation requires not only a well-developed plan, but also a full understanding of the

person you want to work with.

If you do not have a good knowledge of your partner, no deep cooperation will be reached.

When they were talking, a man walked up to them, "Mr. Griffith, a lady named Molly has prepared many

kinds of dumplings for you. Would you like to try them?"

Mr. Griffith refused decisively, "Tell her to give up. I have tried her dumplings, but I don't like them."

"But..." the man still wanted to say something, but Mr. Griffith just waved his hand.

Molly heard that Sophia went to see Mr. Griffith with Emma and refused her dumplings. She didn't

understand the reason at all.

Why were her dumplings returned? She heard that Mr Griffith had only taken a few bites.

She tasted the dumplings herself and thought they were delicious. Why did Mr. Griffith only like

Sophia's instead of hers?

What on earth did Sophia do?

Sophia, Emma and Mr Griffith had a really good talk. Before they parted, Mr Griffith exchanged phone

numbers with Emma, saying he still had a lot to learn from her and might "bother" her in the future.

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After Mr. Griffith left, Sophia said gratefully, "Mom, you help me a lot this time."

"Not really. It's just a coincidence. If you hadn't brought the dumplings to him, our conversation today

would never have happened."

"Well, what did you think at that time? He's very likely to be a neat freak. You take your own lunch box,

and he might refuse to try the dumplings in it."

Emma looked at her curiously.

"Mom, I've thought about it. At the very beginning, I was also worried, but I told myself I should have a

try. After all, all of the foreigners who come to our country want to taste local food most."

"The food in the hotel lacks a warm feeling of home, though it looks and tastes good. Thus, I made a

bet. Unexpectedly, I won it."

Emma smiled, "You're brilliant!"

It was a smile that showed Emma's pride in Sophia.

Later, Sophia heard that Mr. Griffith had contacted all the leaders of the other groups. But she didn't

bother him anymore, because she had done her best. What she had to do now was wait.

The day for bidding finally came. Sophia was about to set off. However, she felt there was something

wrong with the car brakes when she was driving.

As she hit the brakes and wanted to stop the car, it didn't work. Seemingly, the car was out of control.

For a moment, Sophia understood that someone had obviously tampered with the brakes of her car.