NovelEnglishChapter 811 I'll Take You to See Finnley There was a study with two doors in the west corner of the villa. Bodyguards were guarding the door.
For an influential family, a study was an important place. Usually, outsiders were forbidden to enter as there were laptops and confidential documents in the study.
Racks of philosophy and economy books filled the room. Some seemed profound and needed the reader to have a particular knowledge base.
Finnley and Albert watched the backyard view in front of the French window.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOn a table behind them was a pot of black tea, spreading a fragrance in the air.
Silence blanketed the study.
"I know what you mean, Dad," Finnley drawled, "I also understand how you feel. You are still too young to retire. | can take your company over in a few years." Albert had been there, so he instantly figured out what was in Finnley's mind. "For her, right?" "Right." Finnley didn't deny it. "I like her. We've just started dating. If | come home to inherit your company, I'm afraid she can't stand the long-distance relationship. Neither can I." "If | agree to let you marry her and give you a few more years, will you quit the Marsh Group?" "I will," Finnley answered without hesitation. Looking at his father, Finnley found more wrinkles on his face than before. "Dad, I'm the only son of our family. | know my responsibilities clearly.” His answer sent Albert into relief.
"If you like her, you must treasure her." A gentle smile touched Albert's lips. He patted Finnley's shoulder and added, "Don't act stupid in your first love. Once you missed her, you would regret it for the rest of your life." Upon hearing his words, Finnley seemed to understand some bygones in his eyes.
The huge cloakroom, Russell's Villa.
Sitting in front of the mirror, Mya checked on herself. She had to admit Claire was an expert in styling as she was stunned by herself.
Nothing seemed to be exaggerating, but Mya liked her look very much.
"Done!" Claire put down the eyebrow pencil, planted her hands on her hips, and stared at the pretty girl in the mirror. "How do you like it?" "You are awesome, Claire!" Mya complimented her truly. "You are an expert indeed. The most professional one I've ever seen." "Come with me. Let me take you to see Finnley." Claire grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the cloakroom. "Since you love my skills today, let me be your exclusive stylist at your wedding. Remember to reward me well." Before Mya answered, she added, "And you must make sure the bridegroom will be Finnley. Or I'll break up with you." Mya thought she was indeed talkative. She hadn't responded, but Claire couldn't stop speaking.
However, Mya liked her character.
Claire pushed a door open and sent her in.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEvidently, it was a bedroom because Mya saw a big bed.
Looking at Claire in confusion, she asked, "Where is he?" Claire leaned forward and whispered in her ear. Then she pushed Mya and prompted, "Hurry! Do as | told you. I'll call him over." Then she turned away with a naughty smile.
Mya darted at the unlocked door and glanced around the bedroom slowly. Although Finnley hadn't returned home for years, his bedroom was clean and tidy.
She wondered if his family was always looking forward to his return.
The door of the study.
"Good day, Lady Claire," the bodyguards bowed.
"Is Finnley in the study?" Claire paused her steps and asked.
"Yes, he is," a bodyguard answered, "So is Master Albert." Claire was about to walk forward but stopped mid-step. "How long have they been there?" If they were talking about something serious, she wouldn't interrupt them.
Although worry-free and careless usually, she was also sensible.
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