"Since we can’t reach an agreent, let’s just leave it at that."
"Sienna Quinn, you’re being too much." Amanda Warren gritted her teeth tightly, staring at the woman before her, who was so indifferent, clearly just trying to take advantage and extort, showing no familial bond whatsoever. Amanda suddenly regretted approaching her. How could she ever have expected Sienna to help?
"I don’t think I’m being unreasonable. There’s no free lunch. How you treat is how I’ll repay you. Take care." Sienna’s voice suddenly turned cold, and her beautiful eyes held a mocking glint.
"Sienna Quinn, you—!"
"We agree!" Old Mrs. Quinn, who hadn’t spoken until now, suddenly spoke up. Her cloudy eyes seed to age a few years in that instant. Looking at Sienna, her gaze beca increasingly complex. Was this really still her granddaughter?
"Mom, how can you agree? If we agree to this, Quinn Group will end up belonging to Sienna." Tom Quinn was the first to object. This couldn’t be agreed upon easily; if they agreed now, the company would end up in Sienna’s hands, and his position as chairman of Quinn Group would be lost.
Amanda Warren’s face was also tense, that elegant and noble visage filled with anxiety.
Old Mrs. Quinn cast a cold glance at both of them and spoke slowly, "Do you have any other solutions now? If you can co up with one right now, I won’t agree with Sienna. If you can’t, then don’t oppose. At this point, isn’t it all trouble of your own making?"
The two were instantly speechless. If there were indeed other solutions, they wouldn’t have co to Sienna for help. Moreover, at this mont, Clara Quinn was still locked up in the police station.
Tom Quinn wanted to say sothing else, but Amanda Warren gently tugged at his sleeve, shaking her head: "Don’t. Clara is still with Landon Lawson."
Tom snorted angrily, the matter was no longer sothing he could intervene in.
Sienna looked indifferently at the three of them, finally focusing her gaze on Old Mrs. Quinn and asked softly, "Grandmother, have you really thought it through?"
"I’ve thought it through. I have faith in people; at least if it’s in your hands, the company can continue to develop normally." Old Mrs. Quinn stared directly at Sienna. Sienna, at such a young age, could already use these ans to bring Quinn Group under her control—she had certain acun and was a businesswoman.
Under her leadership, the Quinn Family would only get better and better.
Sienna’s essence was still kind. If she really wanted to ruin Quinn Group, she wouldn’t need to go through the trouble of negotiating with them.
What she’s doing is still for the sake of Quinn Group.
At this mont, Sienna felt completely exposed under Old Mrs. Quinn’s scrutiny; in front of her, she was ultimately still just a child. No wonder she was the head of the Quinn Family, always seeing things more clearly than others.
"Alright, then let’s convene a board eting, and all the issues will be resolved instantly." Sienna was not one to procrastinate. Since the Quinn Family agreed to her terms, she would promptly move forward with it.
Old Mrs. Quinn glanced at Tom, who gritted his teeth, his eyes sullen as he looked at Sienna. This little girl was really getting more formidable, her capabilities now were even more impressive than her older brother’s back then.
"Sienna, you’re sothing else, truly heartless. You’ll end up alone for life." Tom said angrily, turning and walking out, while Amanda sighed and shook her head helplessly: "Since we’ve agreed to your terms, you must keep your word. You have to release Clara under any circumstance."
"Let’s just leave this incident as it is. As long as none of you co looking for again, I certainly won’t bother you. But let warn you now, if Clara harbors any ill intentions again, don’t bla ."
Amanda pressed her lips tightly together, her eyes filled with dread—this little girl was not to be underestimated.
Old Mrs. Quinn sighed beside the two: "Alright, enough. Let’s head to the company, ti waits for no one."
This explosive news instantaneously caused a stir within Quinn Group. In one eting, the presidency of Quinn Group was transferred to Sienna, the largest shareholder.
And Tom was reduced to vice president—a world of difference between the two positions.
Sienna sat in the president’s office, looking at the familiar surroundings in front of her. She reached out to touch the pattern on the desk. Over the five years Tom had held this position, he hadn’t changed the office’s appearance. Even these things were still from when her father was alive.
Where her hand passed, there was a warmth, and the patterns under her fingertips made Sienna dazed, as if she had returned to her childhood, playing in her father’s office. Everything was so familiar yet strange, and a hint of nostalgia appeared at the corner of Sienna’s mouth.
"Dad, I’ve taken your company back for you. You won’t bla , will you? After all, my thods weren’t exactly clean." Sienna smiled wryly, clearly all family, yet she had to use such ans to reclaim what was rightfully hers.
This was her father’s company. Step by step, it had co to this today, and Sienna was determined not to let anything happen to it.
Creak!
The office door was pushed open. Old Mrs. Quinn stood at the doorway, watching Sienna, whose eyes were lost in mories, and gently coughed.
Sienna raised her head, looking at the older woman coming in. It was just her; Tom hadn’t followed, probably at Old Mrs. Quinn’s behest.
"Sienna, this office used to be your father’s. It’s only fitting that you sit here now."
Old Mrs. Quinn, seemingly affected by Sienna, spoke with a soft, wavering voice, her eyes filled with kindness.
Looking into her sincere gaze, Sienna’s body slightly trembled, "Grandmother, wasn’t my father really your son? Why do you not even care about his death?"
"It’s not that I don’t care; it’s just that I care too much. Although Tom is diocre and envious, he is still my son, your uncle. Back then, I did suspect. But I was afraid my suspicions were true. I’ve already lost one son; I couldn’t lose another. And at that ti, none of you were ready to take over Quinn Group." Old Mrs. Quinn was filled with helplessness and guilt in her eyes. What Sienna suspected, sharp-eyed Old Mrs. Quinn surely knew?
But the Quinn Family at that ti couldn’t endure any more turmoil.
Seeing the loneliness in the elder’s eyes, and her completely white hair, the once bright eyes now clouded with age, all she wished for was for the family to be harmonious.
"Grandmother, I understand your difficulties." After a long silence, Sienna finally spoke.
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