July Quinn casually patted the cheek of the young man who spoke first, smiling as she said, "Well said, everyone gets an extra fifty thousand tip later."
The young n’s smiles grew even brighter, and they worked even harder to massage July Quinn.
Not just Nathan Jacobs, even Charles Quinn’s face turned completely dark.
"July Quinn, are you out of your mind?"
The extravagant lifestyle of July Quinn made Charles Quinn’s heart bleed.
Adding fifty thousand just like that for tips to these pretty boys?
By the ti she’s done with this indulgence, her expenses will be over millions.
In his eyes, July Quinn, except for working a few months at Gala Entertainnt and earning a few tens of thousands in salary, had no other inco.
Where did she get such lavish spending money from now?
Isn’t it from The Quinn Family?
Although Charles Quinn never directly gave July Quinn a penny since childhood, he thought all her expenses were paid by Old Master Quinn, which equated to taking money from his pocket.
Round it up, July Quinn is spending their Quinn family money here to whore around!
But facing Charles Quinn’s clamor, July Quinn calmly responded, "Yes, I’m sick."
Her heart was indeed sick.
With Old Master Quinn’s passing and Nathan Jacobs’ betrayal hitting her, things have gotten worse.
If she can’t find the celestial flower in You County, she might just die at the age of 20.
That’s why she thought of coming to a den for pleasure, to enjoy everything she should in this life.
So if sothing bad happens, it wouldn’t be like she wasted her ti on this earth.
Except for Old Master Quinn, no one in The Quinn Family knows about her heart condition.
Of course, they don’t seem to care whether she lives a long life.
Look, Charles Quinn is still like before, completely not questioning what she ant by those words, only prioritizing interests.
"I don’t want to waste words with you. As long as you imdiately void the transfer contract for Verona Winery, even if you die playing here, I won’t care."
"Your own daughter ans less to you than a winery..."
July Quinn suddenly laughed.
She used to laugh, but those laughs were never as brilliant as this mont.
Like the dazzling fireworks blooming in the night sky, stunningly beautiful.
In the blink of an eye, it captured the attention of everyone in the room.
But that smile faded quickly, disappearing in an instant.
When she cald down again, her expression was even colder and more distant than usual.
As if at the mont she smiled, all her tenderness and affection dissipated along with it.
"Given this, even if I destroy the winery, I won’t give it to you."
The familial affection she longed for in her relatives’ eyes was far inferior to the value of a winery, making her seem like a joke.
She wouldn’t keep Verona Winery around either because it was no different from a column of sha for her.
Charles Quinn didn’t expect to get this answer, and his face turned livid with rage.
"Fine, you’re quite capable, huh? I’m going back now to freeze all your bank cards and see how you continue to ss around here."
He cursed and turned to leave.
"Dad..."
Nina Quinn hurriedly chased after him.
Only Nathan Jacobs kept staring intently at July Quinn, who was enjoying various enthusiastic services from the young n.
July Quinn was sipping wine handed to her by the young n when she sensed sothing, lifted her head, and t Nathan Jacobs’ bloodshot, fierce gaze.
"July Quinn, do you have any feelings for ?"
Nathan Jacobs, seeing her finally looking at him again, exploded with anger and blurted out his confusion.
If she cared for him, she wouldn’t act like this with these shady n right in front of him.
But she was joking and drinking with the male hosts in front of him, even joining them in humiliating him.
This led Nathan Jacobs to doubt himself.
And July Quinn didn’t directly respond to Nathan Jacobs’ question but instead pinched the young man feeding her wine and asked with a careless smile.
"His future father-in-law and fiancée just left, and he cos here asking such a question. Do you think his brain is fried?"
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