"Stop crying, all you do is sob every day. Can’t you learn from Sienna Quinn and develop so skills of your own?" Amanda Warren was exasperated by her tears.
Clara Quinn sat on the bed, still displaying clear finger marks on her face.
Amanda Warren looked at the marks on her cheek, sighed, sat beside her, and gently stroked her small face, "I had no choice. You saw just now, in front of the old lady, I really was powerless."
Clara Quinn wiped away her tears, sobbing and choking back, "But you didn’t have to hit so hard, it hurt a lot."
"I’m sorry, I won’t hit you again in the future, and no one else will dare to either." Amanda Warren hugged Clara Quinn in her arms, and seeing her daughter choking up, she also started to choke up.
"Mom, it’s unfair. Why can Sienna Quinn always suppress ? Why can she marry Landon Lawson and even bear his child?"
Amanda Warren’s body trembled slightly, looking incredulously at her daughter in her arms.
"You... what did you just say? Do you like Landon Lawson?"
It was the first ti Amanda Warren heard this. It turned out that Clara Quinn had been thinking about Landon Lawson all along. No wonder in the past five years, every ti the Quinn Family tried to introduce her to a man who matched her status, Clara Quinn stubbornly refused to see them. She already had soone in mind.
"I want to find a man like Landon Lawson. Why do I always have to be suppressed by Sienna Quinn? Even if it’s a man, he has to be better than hers."
The young woman spoke through gritted teeth, her pretty little face filled with a ferocious look.
"Don’t worry, I will certainly fulfill your wishes. What my daughter gets must be better than Sienna Quinn’s." Amanda Warren hissed viciously, her mind already formulating a plan.
Originally, she only guarded against Sienna Quinn snatching away the Quinn Group’s assets, but now, for her daughter’s sake, she must also cause a rift between Landon Lawson and Sienna Quinn.
Clara Quinn looked confused, "What do we do?"
"You don’t have to worry about it. You’ll see tomorrow night." Amanda Warren smiled coldly. Initially, she only wanted to make Sienna Quinn and Landon Lawson part ways. Without Landon Lawson’s help, she would have the opportunity to take action against Sienna—making sure she doesn’t have the power to fight for what rightfully belongs to Clara Quinn.
The sunlight stread in through the window, warming the person lying on the hospital bed, whose groan was muffled by the hospital gown.
He turned over and scratched his butt.
A giggle sounded beside him.
The man rubbed his eyes groggily, scratching his tousled hair, his nostrils filled with the strong sll of disinfectant. He opened his eyes, looking at the white sheets, white blanket, and the striped hospital gown on him.
He looked at the young nurse standing beside him and froze for a mont, "Where am I?"
"Mr. Carter, you’re in the hospital. Yesterday you..." The young nurse pointed to Sean Carter’s face, and only then did Sean Carter rember; he was scratched all over by Clara Quinn yesterday.
Sienna Quinn couldn’t stand it and asked him to check it out at the hospital. In the end, Sean Carter shalessly insisted on staying overnight at the hospital.
With his head full of ssy hair, he said to the young nurse, "I rember now."
"Mr. Carter, you can actually be discharged now."
Sean Carter changed his clothes, looking at himself in the mirror. There were several nail marks on his face, and his expression darkened. Clara Quinn was really ruthless; he hadn’t avoided her attack at all.
Leaving the hospital, Sean Carter’s phone suddenly rang: "Today is Sienna’s birthday. I’ve prepared a gift. Make sure it’s done right. If there’s any mistake, don’t bother coming back. You can stay and work at the Yates Group."
"President Orwell, no one rembers this as clearly as you do. Just how long do you plan to hold onto this?"
Even though Sienna Quinn never celebrated her birthday, every year on this day, Felix Orwell would remind everyone to send Sienna a gift. For five years, Felix Orwell never forgot.
Soone like him, a free-wheeling person, didn’t even rember his own birthday, yet he rembered Sienna’s with such clarity.
On the other end of the phone, Felix Orwell paused, with a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth. Everyone else knew, but she didn’t.
But... does she really not know?
Smart as she was, she could see through business matters at a glance. Did she not see through his feelings, or perhaps she didn’t want to? The more Felix Orwell liked her, the more he was intimidated.
He chuckled self-deprecatingly.
"Let nature take its course. She hasn’t avenged herself yet; she isn’t ready to discuss such matters."
"Are you afraid she’ll say no? But if you never tell her, she’ll never know. Besides, many people are interested in her now. Landon Lawson wants to win back this mother and son, and Axel Yates harbors impure intentions towards her."
Sean Carter was a bit anxious. His boss prided himself on being a master in the art of romance, never failing to win over any girl, but why did he stop making progress with Sienna Quinn after all these years? Both still remained just friends without taking a step further. Watching this, their friends got anxious for them.
Felix Orwell’s grip on the phone tightened slightly, his narrow eyes narrowing to a line. He was fully aware of Sean Carter’s concerns. Yet he was afraid.
He was afraid that if he admitted it and Sienna rejected him, their current friendship couldn’t even be maintained.
The more he cared, the less he dared to act rashly.
"You brat, have you forgotten who the boss is? Now you’re preaching to ?"
Felix Orwell suddenly turned serious, startling Sean Carter so much that he instinctively stepped back and helplessly pouted. Every ti a serious topic was brought up, his boss would always dodge it by pulling rank.
But can he really escape? It’s rely self-deception.
"President Orwell... You can’t bully like this."
"Don’t waste words. As long as you rember the boss is always right." Saying this, Felix Orwell hung up the phone.
In monts that required boss-like authority, he had to assert it. Otherwise, wouldn’t all his subordinates be climbing over his head?
Felix Orwell looked at himself in the mirror; he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep lately. The heavy dark circles under his eyes were obvious, he sighed, "If my little girlfriends saw like this, they’d surely choose to leave."
With a look of dejection, he shook his head. That carefree nightlife seed like he hadn’t indulged in it for years.
Sean Carter looked at the disconnected call, shook his head, and first made a trip to the mall. Choosing a gift every year was a taxing task, and even more taxing was the email Felix Orwell sent, which certainly didn’t spare Sean Carter so extra mileage.
Sienna Quinn woke up in the morning, opening her eyes to the familiar room. She had lived here for nearly twenty years, but she never thought a day would co when she’d return, and with her precious son in tow.
The chubby little body beside her rolled over, and two small hands wrapped around Sienna Quinn’s arm. Smacking his tiny lips, the pink and plump little face made Sienna smile and pinch it gently.
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