Upon that, Chrisâs face turned ugly investments are risky. Are you trying to use your daughterâs marriage as a bargaining chip? Are you telling Weston to guarantee that you wonât lose money?
Impossible!
âIf they get married, itâs only natural for both families to face the risks together!â
Mr. and Mrs. Cohen exchanged a look. They had a mutual understanding of this.
If Guinevere and Weston were not married, they could protect themself from the risk as only business partners. But if they got married, they would have to share all the losses.
Their maximum benefit from this cooperation would remain unchanged in both scenarios. Therefore, getting a marriage license at this time would do more harm than good.
Mr.Cohen fell into a short silence before explaining, âWeâre not just looking at our risks and benefits, but for our daughterâs happiness too.â
Mr. Cohen cleared his throat and put on a stern face. âLetâs put those aside for now. I donât think Weston has been very sincere about getting married lately, have you?â
Guinevereâs heart jumped, and she suddenly stood up. âDad, how can you do this? You know how much I want to marry him!â She suddenly got a little worked up and complained, âIsnât it just some risky investment? Our family can afford the risk!â âShut up! Itâs not your turn to speak.â Mr. Cohen looked at her coldly. âYou havenât even married him. Are you taking his side already?â
Guinevere looked at him with red eyes and incredulity. It seemed that she finally woke up a little after all these years. Profit had always been the most important thing to her parents.
As the capable heir of a big family, Mr. Cohen could make his decision quickly.
âIf Gwen were a little clearâminded, we wouldnât have to think so much. However, it seems like she has all her heart on you. Sometimes, itâs hard to see whoâs,â
Wendy understood what Mr. Cohen was implying. She had to interject again, âWhat do you want now?
Weâve completed all the preâmarriage procedures. Weâre just waiting for the license. Are you calling it off now?â
âNo, but I think thereâs still room for discussion.â Mr. Cohen coughed lightly and added, â Weâll have to wait until the project in Fern City is finalized before further discussion.â Annoyed, Guinevere stood up.
âDo you know how long that project will take? Itâll take at least a year! Do you want me to wait for another year?â
Mrs. Cohen loved her daughter and felt sorry for her. Mr. Cohen felt a little uncomfortable about this situation too. However, what else could he do? The stakes were too high. They could not afford to take this risk! âYour Dadâs doing this for your own good.â Mrs. Cohen tried to persuade her.
âYouâre not much different from being married now. You have Zack too...â
âItâs exactly because of Zack. Heâs young and doesnât know anything now. What will he think when he grows up and learns that his parents arenât even married?â The atmosphere became tense when she brought Zachary up.
Mr. Cohen did not agree with getting a marriage license now. He turned to Weston and asked,â What do you think? This is your marriage with Gwen. Itâs actually up to you two.â
He actually preferred Weston to protect the interests of the Cohen family. They wanted to benefit either way, regardless of the marriage.
However, the Ford family would have to bear more risks in this case. He wondered if Weston was willing to make that concession.
It was originally a winâwin situation for both parties. Potentially, they even had more room for profit.
He knew Weston was not a man who prioritized feelings over the business. He only cared about the benefits. Even Chris could not bend his mind. Despite that, Mr. Cohen hoped that Weston would give them a guarantee for Guinevereâs sake.
At that moment, all eyes were on Weston.
There was a subtle change in his expression, but there was no hint of urgency. He rested his hand on the marble table and tapped his finger casually. A metallic shine reflected on his watch as everyone looked at him with expectant eyes.
At last, he only said indifferently, âWell, itâs up to you.â
Guinevere could barely hold back her frustrations. She clenched her fists and questioned,â This is between the two of us. Why should anyone else decide?â
âHasnât it always been our parentâs decision?â Weston asked back, âIf it were just between us, what are all the lawyers here for today?â Guinevereâs face turned red at his question. She was lost for words.