NovelEnglishChapter 1312 Getty snorted, spun on her heel, and bailed. She didn't give a damn about anyone trying to stop her. She just grabbed her bag and bounced.
Quinn caught a glimpse of Getty leaving from the corner of her eye, her gaze flickering. She thought that after all this time, Getty might have changed a bit, but nope, she was still the sold Getty. Getty stormed up to Quinn, acting like it was still the good old days when Alexander was around. Did she really think someone would step in to save her and make Quinn look bad? But Alexander wasn't here.
Seeing Getty brought back sold memories for Quinn, ones that had been kinda fuzzy but now were crystal clear.
And with those memories ca wave of old pain she thought she'd forgotten.
But Quinn wasn't as torn up about Alexander's disappearance as she used to be. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and shoved those messy thoughts aside.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe and the clients she was working with exchanged introductions. Everyone was pretty polite to her, though she wasn't sure if it was because of her current status, because of Alexander, or a mix of both.
It was a far cry from a few years ago when she went looking for Alexander and those people gave her the stink eye.
They also talked about sprojects between the companies. Quinn had just taken over and wasn't super familiar with them yet, but Walter had gone through most of the materials in the past few days and could keep up with the conversation.
Through their discussion, Quinn picked up a lot, which was way easier to remember than sitting in the office reading documents.
The gathering dragged on from noon until evening, with Walter doing most of the talking. Quinn, tagging along, learned a ton.
Luckily, they didn't harp on whether Alexander was coming or not, just saying before they left that they hoped Alexander would definitely show up next time.
Walter had knocked back quite a few drinks. As he walked out of the hotel, he kept rubbing his temples. Quinn glanced at him, opened her mouth but said nothing, and looked away.
Kyle ran over and said, "Mrs. Kennedy, are we heading back?" Quinn nodded and got into the car at the entrance, with Walter following her in.
The car hadn't even started yet when someone knocked on the window from outside.
Quinn turned to look and saw Getty standing there.
After a moment of silence, Quinn rolled down the window and asked, "What do you want?" "Get out. I wanna talk to you," Getty demanded.
"I got nothing to say to you. If you got something to say, spit it out here and make it quick," Quinn said coldly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHer attitude ticked Getty off, who snapped, "Quinn, I've been real polite to you. Don't push my buttons." Hearing this, Quinn instinctively looked at Getty. "Are you done?" Getty's breath caught in her throat as a wave of powerlessness and anger washed over her. She felt like she was punching a pillow.
She glared at Quinn, unable to accept that the mute girl she used to bully now didn't even give her the tof day.
Quinn didn't bother to listen to her nonsense. She rolled up the window ve and said to Kyle, "Let's go." "Okay." Kyle started the car, leaving Getty in the dust.
Getty stood there, fists clenched so tight her nails dug into her flesh.
Since Quinn was back, Alexander had to be back too. She was dead set on finding him! In the car, Quinn asked Walter, "Did you set her up to chere?"
Walter, holding his head, smirked at Quinn, "Why would you think bm brought her here?" "To dig up those EI unbearable memories," Quinn replied.
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