Chapter 92
As dusk fell, Gwyneth returned to the Jenkins residence under the fading sunset. The moment she stepped inside, her gaze alone on the sofa–Zachary
locked onto the guy
Zachary sat there in his dress shirt and slacks, sleeves rolled up to reveal his muscular forearms and a gold watch. He was silently watching her.
The blood–red sunset streamed through the window, casting a crimson glow on the floor that seemed to partition them into separate worlds. A heavy silence permeated the air.
Quentin stepped forward to mediste, putting on a gentle act as he took Gwyneth’s coat and hung it up for her.
Gwyneth eyed her father’s unusual behavior warily, slipping one hand into her pocket.
Taking the opportunity while hanging up her coat, Quentin whispered. “We’re about to work with the Flynn Group, so you’ll have to cross paths with them sooner or later. It’s better to apologize now–it’ll make things smoother down the road”
“No way, I’ve told you I don’t want anything to do with him.” Gwyneth wouldn’t humor Quentin and turned to leave.
Quentin grabbed her arm. “Stop this nonsense. Just have dinner with Zachary, apologize, and secure this project. After that, you’ll have free rein at the Jenkins Group.
Besides, Zachary is your ex. You’ve been with him for over a decade–what’s the harm in having a couple more meals to help your father? Stop throwing a tantrum. Do you really want your ex laughing at us?
You have to use whatever’s left of your past relationship to get that project back for me,”
Quentin grew increasingly furious, grabbing Gwyneth and dragging her out with force.
Gwyneth stumbled, nearly losing her balance: In that instant, Zachary shot up from the sofa, instinctively reaching out to steady her, even though there was still a considerable distance between them.
Gwyneth steadied herself, shot a sharp glare at Quentin, then noticed Diana and Melanie nearby, eagerly awaiting the drama. Gwyneth sneered, pulled her phone from her pocket, and tapped the screen decisively.
Suddenly, Quentin’s voice echoed from the phone, every word crystal clear. “You have to use whatever’s left of your past relationship—”
As the recording played, Quentin’s face turned ashen. He glared at Gwyneth in disbelief, not expecting that she had actually recorded him. “Bullshit.” Quentin snapped, lunging forward to snatch Gwyneth’s phone.
To his surprise, Gwyneth deftly sidestepped, and instead, Quentin failed to notice the entryway step and tripped, his knee slamming hard against the floor. The next second, he let our a sharp cry of pain.
“Oh my, Quentin Diana rushed over to help him up, noticing his legs trembling from the impact. She turned to Gwyneth and snapped. “Gwyneth, he’s your father. How could you be so cruel to him?”
Gwyneth couldn’t care less. If Quentin didn’t feel guilty, he wouldn’t have taken a fall.
Seeing that Gwyneth was safe and sound, Zachary slowly withdrew his hand, then fixed Quentin, with an icy, penetrating gaze.
“So, Mr. Jenkins,” Zachary said coldly, “instead of competing with the Flynn family on equal technological footing, you’d rather use your daughter Las leverage to gala backdoor access to this partnership!
“With all your underhanded schemes. Maybe I really should reconsider partnering with the Jenkins Group” The project was hanging by a thread. Quentin forced himself up! jaw clenched and sweat streaming down his face. He stamanered, “N–no, that’s not what we meant. Gwyneth was just fooling around–she edited Use recording and played it out of context. It’s all nonsense
“Gwyneth, admit you’re wrong and apologize to Mr. Flynn–now
Gwyneth stood her ground. “Dad, you must be getting on in years,” she said coolly. “Already forgotten your own words?”
Quentin, his face twisted with rage as he realized he couldn’t talk his way out of this, snapped, “Gwyneth, have you forgotten who you are? How could the Jenkins family end up with someone as disobedient as you?
“Melanie, bring me the disciplinary paddle. I’ll show this brat who really rules this house.”
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