NovelOnlineChapter 170
It took Dylan a moment to set down the papers in his hand. "Needto remind you? I'm your uncle, after all."
"Oh, so you do remember you're my uncle. Were those words you said last night really what an elder should say
to someone younger? Don't think | didn't record it."
Dylan leaned back in his chair, trying to stay calm. "A wedding gift for you and Quinn is on the way, so stop
acting up."
With just those two words-acting up-Dylan dismissed all of Simon's actions as immature.
Simon's eyes narrowed, and he bit his lip hard. "Dylan, you've been after Clara from the beginning, haven't you?"
Dylan didn't answer; instead, he called Aiden in to escort Simon out.
As Simon reached the lobby of Ferguson Corporation, he bumped into Quinn, who was there looking for him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtQuinn was in a foul mood these past couple of days. She'd hoped for squality twith Simon in the
evenings, but he hadn't shown up for two nights and wasn't even picking up his phone.
"Simon!" she called out, tears lacing her voice as she hurried over. "Why haven't you been answering my calls?"
Seeing her tear-stained face, Simon felt a wave of annoyance. His gaze flitted around, searching desperately for
Clara. He was eager to find out where she was.
His distraction left Quinn feeling humiliated. She was torn between worrying about Colton's recovery and the fear
that Simon might go running back to Clara. She was at her wit's end-couldn't Clara just vanish already?
"Simon..."
Before she could finish, Simon's eyes lit up-he'd spotted Clara's car. "Quinn, we'll talk later. I've got something
urgent to handle.”
He had to get Clara's memory back to expose Dylan's scheming. Once her memory returned, she'd hate Dylan
just like before!
He moved to leave quickly, but Quinn grabbed his arm. "Are you running off to see my sister, Simon?"
"Quinn, | really have something urgent to do. Go home, okay? And by the way, your pregnancy was fake—you're
not weak at all. | don't get why you always pretend to be so delicate. Can you just walk normally?"
Quinn's face went white, and her grip on his shirt loosened.
Simon hurried off, eager to catch up to Clara.
Quinn stood frozen, feeling like all her efforts had turned her into a fool. How did things end up like this? What
did Clara have that she didn't?
Her fists clenched tight, and her nails dug into her palms, almost breaking the skin.
Finally, she made a call. "Let's team up."
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A woman's voice responded, "I'm not sure what you mean, Ms. Quinn." Quinn's tone sharpened. "Cut the act! |
know what you want. Let's join forces and get rid of Clara. As long as she's around, | will never catch a break.
Don't worry, when it's all over, you'll get everything you're after."
There was a pause on the line as if the other person was weighing her options.
Quinn's voice dripped with sarcasm. "What's wrong? Too scared to say yes? No wonder you're stuck living like a
rat in the shadows, envying those in the light. The chance is right here, and you can't even grab it. Might as well
stay in the gutter forever!"
Her words seemed to hit a nerve, and the breathing on the other end turned heavy before finally responding.
"We'll do this slowly."
Quinn let out a breath, a sly smile playing on her lips.
"Of course, we've got to play it slow. Clara's gotten a bit sharper since she lost her memory. She's not the idiot
she used to be."
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