Although Mars was caught by his uncle when going on a blind date with Serena Jennings, there was nothing unusual when he t Laura last night. Presumably, his uncle wouldn’t gossip about such things with an employee. He was overthinking it...
Wade Hawthorne looked at his son with aningful intent, "Jasper, I’m doing this for your own good. The Jennings Family’s power and status are second only to our Hawthorne Family, and your grandfather and Serena’s grandfather had a revolutionary friendship. A marriage alliance between the two families would only benefit your future. You shouldn’t be swayed by those kinds of won outside!"
Jasper Hawthorne knew his father had his best interests at heart, but he wasn’t that ambitious...
"Dad, I..."
"Forget it, don’t say anything. I can agree to extend it by two months, but during this ti, you must make ti to date Serena Jennings, make her feel that you like her. If you ss it up, I won’t spare the woman you like!" Wade Hawthorne said sternly.
Jasper Hawthorne understood his father was a man of his word.
The next morning, it was the alarm that woke Laura Quincy up. She rubbed her eyes, feeling a bit heavy-headed. It seed like she had a terrifying dream last night, but couldn’t quite rember what it was.
They say dreaming makes you feel especially tired—so true!
After freshening up, she went to the dining room for breakfast and only saw John, Mary, and Little Mars. She smiled and greeted them.
Justin Hawthorne happily bounced over to her, holding her hand, "Sister, let’s go have breakfast."
Laura Quincy couldn’t help but ask, "Aren’t we waiting for the others?"
John chid in, "Jason and the others have already eaten and gone to work."
Laura Quincy opened her mouth wide in surprise, "Huh?"
This early?
Justin Hawthorne added, "Papa leaves very early every day; Little Mars is used to it."
Laura Quincy lovingly patted her soft little head, feeling an unexpected surge of maternal affection.
This scene was noticed by John and Mary, and they exchanged a complex look.
During the al, John casually asked, "Did Miss Quincy sleep well last night?"
Laura Quincy sipped fresh soy milk, "Not bad! I probably had a dream, a bit exhausting."
John’s eyes flickered with interest, "Oh? I’m a psychologist, maybe if you talk about it I can help interpret your dream."
Laura Quincy shook her head, "I don’t rember."
Seeing her confused expression, John believed she wasn’t lying and didn’t press further.
Since Little Mars’ birthday night, Laura Quincy had continuously dread of the sa scene—a pregnant girl standing by the window, srized by the lively surroundings, listening to the sound of the waves and people’s laughter...
She had tried several tis to approach and see the girl’s face, but she never could...
That night, Laura Quincy dread of the pregnant girl again. Just as she was about to turn her head, the alarm went off.
Awake and frustrated, Laura Quincy scratched her head. The girl in her dream seed so pitiful, she wanted to save her, but woke up at the last mont every ti.
Wash face, brush teeth, go to work.
Just arriving at the company, she overheard Crystal Langley, Quinn Chase, and Violet Whitman whispering about sothing, only catching what they said as she got closer.
"Have you heard? Our company’s big client in Zarain was snatched away."
"Where did you hear such fake news?"
"What fake news? It’s all over the company now. I heard on the fifty-ninth floor it’s like a storm cloud today..." That was Quinn Chase’s voice.
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