His actions spoke volumes. He was aware of the tribulations she would face at the Kennedy Residence. Deep
within, he comprehended her choice, yet he had chosen to concur.
What was she attempting to demonstrate? Was she seeking affirmation of his understanding, or was she trying
to validate his callousness?
Quinn pondered, her gaze fixed on the spot where he had disappeared. A wave of bitterness washed over
her.Quinn retreated to the villa. The night's tic events had driven everyone to the sanctuary of their
bedrooms. She followed suit, locating sattire before indulging in a shower.
As Quinn closed her eyes, a montage of memories flickered in her mind-both pleasant and painful. When she
tallied it all, her two-decade tenure with the Kennedys was nothing short of a disaster. Her origins were a
mystery, her identity unknown.
One day, she awoke to Ulysses' face, her memory prior to that moment a blank canvas. Ulysses had informed
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇther that she was Quinn, an orphan, and from that point forward, she would be under his wing. Thus, in a state of
bewilderment, she arrived at the Kennedy Residence, a place where she was close to the Kennedys but not quite
family. Two decades flew by in a haze. Luck never favored her.
Not even the faintest ray of hope remained luminous. It merely dimmed, growing ever distant.... Meanwhile, at
The Cube.The VIP lounge was teeming with scantily clad women, their hips swaying in rhythm with the pulsating
strobe lights.It had been an age since Spencer had indulged in such extravagant beverages.
He snatched the microphone, immersing himself in the throng of dancers, attempting to match their rhythm. His
movements, however, were stiff and clumsy, making him quite the spectacle.Oliver and Alexander sat together,
observing the dancers with impassive expressions.Oliver took a sip of his drink, remarking, "I managed to
resolve the customs issue and stumbled upon something quite intriguing."
Alexander crossed his legs, casting him a cool glance, "Oh?"Oliver lowered his voice, "The people targeting you
aren't in logistics. They're in tech development. Isn't that peculiar?""I'm aware. Tellsomething useful."Oliver
looked taken aback, thinking, 'Alexander has already been informed. No wonder | was assigned to handle it. Their
company doesn't operate domestically, yet they chose to target the Kennedys, which meant it was a personal
vendetta, or more specifically, against Alexander himself. There are numerous ways to undermine the Kennedys,
so why start with the logistics managed by Alexander?In aiding Alexander, the Vanderbilt family has been
dragged into their conflict."
Oliver paused, choosing his words carefully, "This information could be immensely beneficial to you. Now that
I've shared it, don't you think you should reciprocate?"The Vanderbilt family wouldn't go bankrupt over the issue
with Abigail, but it had certainly dealt them a blow.
He needed Alexander's assistance. Otherwise, if someone capitalized on their moment of weakness, they could
find themselves in dire straits."Whether it's helpful depends on what you have to say," Alexander responded,
casually flicking his lighter. The flcast an intermittent glow on his shadowed, contemplative features.Oliver
continued, "Your brother-in-law, Walter, once outsourced a project to a subsidiary of that company."Alexander
paused, then turned to look at Oliver. "Oh, really?" Oliver nodded. "Just check when you get back.""The
outsourced project. Wasn't it under the accounts of Thalia Corp? If | remember correctly, that's the company your
father endowed to Freya as a dowry, right?"Although Thalia Corp was in Freya's name, it still held a significant
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