?Chapter 426:
Upon hearing Derek’s name, Connor scoffed dismissively. “Those are not his ideas. They are obviously Aelfric’s! He may work at the Daniels Group, but he only follows Aelfric’s directives. He doesn’t deserve to be a Daniels.”
“Are you sure Aelfric is behind him?” Marissa inquired.
“I’ve had Derek figured out for a while now,” Connor dered. “Hecks both skills and a knack for business. He merely parrots whatever Aelfric gives him. I’ve never respected Aelfric’s approach to business. He prioritizes profit far above social responsibility.
He’s not the type of entrepreneur that benefits society. Over the years, the Warren Group has raked in profits mainly by developing addictive games that encourage people to spend money without contributing anything of real value to society.
I’ve rejected multiple partnership offers from the Warren Group because I don’t see Aelfric as an ethical businessman.”
Marissa nodded, understanding the situation. It seemed that nothing could get past Connor’s discerning gaze.
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With a sigh, Connor continued, “Despite Neil’s ill treatment of me, I considered helping Derek for the sake of my grandmother and the fact that Derek has suffered a lot since his youth. But frankly, he’s just not worth the effort.”
While Marissa agreed with Connor’s assessment, she felt it wasn’t her ce toment on the internal dynamics of the Daniels family. After a brief silence, she spoke up again. “So, from the start, you knew it was Aelfric who had Neil pressure you into employing Derek.
Did you give Derek a high position right away to set Aelfric up?”
“Yes,” Connor responded openly. “Aelfric had his sister marry into my family because he wanted to ally with Neil against me. They’re after the Daniels Group and aiming to undermine me, so setting a trap seemed the right move.”
“Aren’t you worried that Windsoul Robots might choose to partner with Derek’s department?” Marissa questioned.
“No,” Connor replied. “If Windsoul Robots aligns with Derek’s views, they are not worth coborating with, and I would lose interest in Dr. Finley.”
“So, your views differ from Derek’s?” Marissa probed further.
“Derek’s thoughts are Aelfric’s thoughts. How could my ideas possibly align with theirs?” Connor exined. “I support Franco because his vision aligns closely with mine.”
As she sat across from Connor, Marissa rested her chin on her hands and asked, “What exactly is your vision? If it sounds promising, I might invest.”
Connor looked up, amused, and chuckled. “So, you’re interested in making a profit?”
“Money is appealing. Who doesn’t like making money?” Marissa countered. “Aren’t you interested in making money too?”
Connor smiled again and shared his vision. “I’ve focused on developing household robots suitable for the average family from the start. My goal has been to create affordable products for every home. Modern life moves swiftly.
Besides managing their heavy workloads, people must find time for household chores and assisting their children with studies. It’s exhausting.
I envision our robots aspanions and caretakers for the elderly without children, as aids for full-time mothers overwhelmed by housework, and as support for disabled individuals to lead normal lives outdoors.
In that case, elderly people living alone wouldn’t need to move into nursing homes, full-time mothers could focus solely on their children, and disabled individuals could live with dignity. With our products, many ordinary people could enhance their quality of life.”
As Connor finished, he looked up at Marissa. “This is why I entered this industry.”
He thought his tone might have been too intense and Marissa might find the topic dull, so he lightened the mood with a teasing smile. “Miss ck Snake, do you like these ideas? Interested in bing a shareholder?”
“I’m not interested,” Marissa responded tly.
Confusion flickered across Connor’s face
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