Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go Chapter 166 - 66: Poor Taste

On the other side.

The courtyard lights intertwined with the dark night, illuminating quietly.

Claire Prescott sat under the lamp, waiting for ten minutes without receiving his callback.

Before hanging up, she vaguely heard soone teasingly laughing in the background, but couldn’t make out the words or understand what was happening. However, she sensed a hint of coldness in Keane Lowell’s last words.

Without thinking much more.

She turned around and went back inside.

In the living room, there was only Finn Prescott, who was sitting in a daze on the sofa, with an unlit cigarette between his fingers, unsure of what he was contemplating.

She bid farewell aloud, "I’m heading back now."

Finn looked up at her, "Not staying here to sleep? I’ve prepared clothes for you."

"Not used to it."

Upon hearing this.

Finn put the cigarette back in the case, got up and said, "I’ll drive you back."

It was obvious.

He seed not to be in a good mood today, as if he had sothing weighing on his mind.

Claire didn’t want to trouble him, "Assistant Ashworth is here, I’ll just ask him to take ."

Finn didn’t bother to respond, already stepping out ahead of her, quietly taking the back seat in the car.

Claire watched his actions in silence.

Ultimately, she didn’t say anything, choosing to sit in the front passenger seat as usual.

The car was originally silent.

But.

At a certain mont, her WeChat notification sound started ringing repeatedly, breaking the quiet atmosphere.

Claire glanced at it.

It was a ssage from her grandmother.

All were photos, individual shots of several different girls.

Afterwards, a voice ssage appeared at the bottom.

She pressed and held the voice ssage, converting it to text.

[Claire, grandmother has selected a few girls with matching family backgrounds for your brother these days, quickly help grandma to see which one is more suitable for your brother]

At this mont.

She seed to understand Finn’s current mood, a mischievous smile crossing her face.

No wonder he had no mind to talk to her today, at the dinner table he was silent too, probably depressed from being pressured to marry by the family.

Claire opened the keyboard, replying: [Grandma, rest early, I’ll look later]

Then.

She started flipping through the photos one by one, admiring the girls’, deliberately asking him out loud: "Not satisfied with the girls grandma picked for you, or worried they won’t like you?"

With those words spoken.

The person who had been closing his eyes slowly opened them, looking at the light green side profile in front of him.

Even Assistant Ashworth, driving, instinctively wanted to glance to the side, but stopped, focusing his attention back on the road.

Imdiately.

Claire turned her body, showing Finn the screen of her phone, "This one is good, a primary school language teacher, looks nice and seems like a gentle and considerate girl."

Finn glanced at the photo, then looked indifferently at the eager face, "Not interested in teachers."

Claire understood.

He didn’t like teachers.

She picked another photo: "This one studied economic managent, might beco your wise helper in the future."

"Too assertive."

"...Then how about this one, a jewelry designer."

Finn didn’t even look, turning his head towards the window, "Poor taste."

Claire paused for a mont.

She sat upright, muttering in defiance: "Don’t like this one, don’t want that one, do you already have soone you like, or just not into girls?"

Finn, irritated by her words, felt a throbbing in his temples, "My sexual orientation is normal."

"Then you must have a girl you like."

No response, Claire glanced back at him gossipingly.

The answer was obvious.

She couldn’t help but speculate and ask: "Haven’t managed to win her over yet?"

Followed by another silence.

The person maintained a slouched posture in the back seat, city lights crossing his face, accentuating his somber deanor.

Claire spoke up: "What, did I get you to retreat into yourself?"

Finn turned his head, eting her taunting gaze, saying deeply: "Is that how you speak to your brother? Ridiculous."

Claire chuckled, "If you put the effort into pursuing the girl you like instead of managing , you wouldn’t be in this situation now."

After finishing.

She didn’t say anything more, staying silent for the rest of the ride to Sinclair Apothecary, though her thoughts inadvertently drifted to Keane Lowell.

Upon returning ho, she still hadn’t heard from Keane.

She laid on the garden’s rocking chair, pondering alone.

Suddenly a thought struck her.

She opened her online bank account, looking at all her savings, then searched for the Lowell-Kystral Group’s stock code, investing without any hesitation, with closed eyes.

It was her past scholarship and recent savings from the last few months.

Although not even a thousandth of what the Prescott Family had given her, she wanted to more directly appreciate the developnts and changes Lowell-Kystral Group could make under his leadership with savings earned from her own efforts.

After doing these.

She closed her eyes to rest, as Septima ca out from the house wrapped in a jacket, pulling up a chair to sit beside her.

"Grandma." Claire called to her.

"Was your father’s cooking good?"

Claire responded casually, "It was alright."

Septima smiled, looking at her with a doting expression: "A few days ago, he even asked what dishes you liked, said he wanted to learn from a chef and make them for you."

Clearly, her grandmother was helping to bridge the gap between her and her father.

However, upon hearing these words, she didn’t feel as repulsed as before.

"He’s certainly put in the effort."

Septima sensed the indifference, choosing not to continue the topic, shifting her gaze to Claire’s ring.

She’d wanted to ntion it for a long ti.

But had held back each ti.

Her husband and the people at Sinclair Apothecary had t her boyfriend, but she hadn’t. She’d only heard the na Keane Lowell from him and that he was good-looking.

So, she spoke tily: "Bring Keane over for a al together one day, I really want to see what your beloved looks like."

Claire was stunned upon hearing this.

She just realized.

It seed like everyone at Sinclair Apothecary had t Keane, except for her grandmother.

If it were before, she would surely have joyfully brought him over to et everyone, but now that their families didn’t get along well, if not handled properly, it would definitely beco a worry for the elders.

However.

No matter what, her grandparents already knew about her and Keane.

She hesitated for a mont, "He’s a bit busy recently, might not have ti. I’ll bring him over next month to et you."

"Alright, just an ordinary al, don’t let him feel tense."

"Got it."

He wouldn’t be nervous at all.

A man of high authority, what storms hasn’t he weathered?

Septima didn’t chat further, getting up to return to sleep, "Wash up and rest early, I’m heading to my room."

"Okay, goodnight grandma."