NovelEnglish"Of course, | cto see you, but I've got a thing now. I'll swing by tomorrow." Quentin said, stepping into the elevator.
Marianne didn't buy his story for a second and bet he had his sights set on Aurelia.
Once inside, they quickly spotted Aurelia.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMarianne rushed to ask, "Aurelia, did my dad pop by to pitch his investment opportunity to you?" Aurelia, casually sipping her drink, replied, "I gave him Mr. Mackie's contact details and told him to take it up with Mackie." "Just ignore him. His company's drowning in debt, about fifty million in the hole, looking for a sucker to bail him out," Marianne warned.
"It's fine. Mackie will assess the situation," Aurelia said with an easy smile. A direct refusal would make her seem arrogant and snobbish, which wasn't the impression she wanted to give.
Avery picked up two cocktails, handing one to Leah and the other one to Marianne. "Mackie's a tough cookie. He won't green-light an investment unless he sees true potential." Marianne stuck out her tongue playfully. "No wonder Angie's investments always turn a profit." Aurelia swirled her drink. Mackie was a recommendation from Leopold, who had a keen eye for talent. His judgment was rarely off.
She granted Mackie ample autonomy and decision-making power because she believed in trusting the people she hired.
Lisa, tinged with envy, observed. "Aurelia, you're so impressive." No wonder Arnold was so obsessed with her.
A pretty face is everywhere, but a captivating soul is rare.
To win true love, a woman needs more than youth and beauty. It's all about capability and charm.
The former fades quickly, but the latter is everlasting.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe aspired to be as competent as Aurelia, proving to Arnold that she could stand with him in battle and support him.
Aurelia shrugged modestly. "I'm just standing on the shoulders of giants." "To stand on the shoulders of giants is a skill." Marianne chuckled. "I'd love to get a lift from one, too." Leah sipped her drink and teased, "Have you found your giant yet?" Marianne pulled a face. "Not yet. Who knows if | ever will?" Leah stuck out her tongue. "As long as it's not Avery." Amid their chat, Marianne's phone rang. It was Quentin.
"Marianne, your grandmother's birthday is coming up in a few days. She's missing you and wants us to visit. I've booked your ticket. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning." Marianne shook with anger. "Are you fucking kidding me? She misses me? How so? She drove my mother to divorce hysterically and kicked us out of the family. She misses me, huh? Unless pigs can fly." "Don't paint your grandmother in such a bad light. She cares about you. I'll see you tomorrow. It’s settled," Quentin said before hanging up.
Marianne could smell a rat.
She immediately called her mom, whose voice cthrough the phone. "Marianne, | was about to call you. The bastard son of Quentin's mistress is sick with uremia and needs a kidney transplant. Don't ever return to Starfall City. They might be eyeing your kidney." Marianne knew it. Her grandmother wasn't pining for her but was after her kidney to save her precious grandson.
"Well, what goes around comes around." she laughed bitterly, recalling how she had pushed the mistress down the stairs and lost her second unborn child, leaving her infertile, and how Quentin had battled prostate cancer and got all his sperms killed, leaving them Ryan Clark, the only one heir to carry on the Clark family legacy. In her grandparents’ eyes, Ryan was the only hope of the Clark family, and they would go all out to save his life.
After hanging up the phone, Marianne felt great relief wash over her.
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