"You stay out of it for now." I pursed my lips. "I'll tell you when the time comes."
"Alright, I'll arrange it for you. I’ll let you know again."
After hanging up the call, I went through some documents, but my mind was occupied thinking of other things. The secretary brought in more documents and I said mildly, "I need to leave for a while. Take these documents to Mr. John and ask him to give me a call if he runs into any problems."
After the secretary left the office, I took the jacket on the back of the chair and walked out as well.
When I got home, I saw Quinn standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. I sauntered over to her.
She looked like she was on tenterhooks, constantly biting her fingernails. The beautiful nails she did just two days ago were already destroyed by her teeth.
"Haven't you always wanted to work with me?" I said lightly, "I can work with you."
Quinn looked a little stunned.
I raised my chin. "Give me all the scandals about Petra that you have and I'll help you persuade the Nietzsches and my father."
"Do you mean it?" Quinn was in disbelief.
I needed to show my sincerity if I wanted to work with her, so I chuckled and pulled out my phone to give Carlson a call.
When the call was answered, I asked, "What are you doing, Dad?"
"I just finished a meeting." Carlson clearly seemed overjoyed to receive my call. "Why does my good daughter suddenly have the time to call me?"
"I miss you, of course." I looked down and smiled. "Are you and Mom free tonight? I'd like to have a meal with you. Tyler will come along too."
"Of course, we do. We will make time even if we're not free. You decide on the location and let me know. I'll bring your Mom over tonight."
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