Novel Storm
Chapter 1232
"Who told you to go off on your own without me? Do you dare try that again next time?" Lydia playfully scolded.
Quincy could only chuckle in resignation. He glanced at her stomach, thinking, "Well, I definitely won't be taking any chances now." Lydia had become his top priority, and he knew he had to be extra careful from now on.
The two of them understood the situation perfectly, but from Mr. Fay's perspective, it looked quite different. His daughter had just run into Quincy's arms without a second thought.
"Lydia, get up! Look at yourself!" Mr. Fay's angry voice cut through the air, jolting Lydia back to reality. She immediately remembered her father was watching and quickly pulled away from Quincy.
"Dad..."
"Whenever I ask you to come to the company, you always find excuses. But when it's to bring Quincy here, you're here in no time," Mr. Fay said coldly.
Lydia was at a loss for words.
Mr. Fay let out a heavy sigh, clearly displeased with Quincy, but he couldn't go back on what he had promised. "I know someone who's looking to subcontract a plot of land for an office building. It's a big project with decent profit potential. If you're interested, come back in two days and I'll introduce you to them."
Quincy glanced at Lydia, who looked guilty and avoided meeting his eyes, and instantly understood what was going on. He frowned slightly.
Quincy wasn't one to accept help from others. He knew that favors often came with strings attached, and people offering help usually expected something in return later on. But this was Lydia's father, and it wasn't as if Mr. Fay had any reason to cause trouble for him. After a moment of hesitation, Quincy nodded in agreement.
As they were leaving, Mr. Fay was tempted to keep Lydia at home. He wasn't fond of seeing her constantly by Quincy's side. But even he could sense the bond between them was strong, and after thinking it over, he decided not to push it.
Later, as they sat in Quincy's car parked in the underground lot, Quincy turned to Lydia. "So, when exactly did you get your dad to agree to this deal?"
Lydia shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat, fidgeting with her hands and squirming in her seat. She truly felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. "It wasn't exactly planned."
Seeing the look Quincy gave her, she quickly clarified, "It wasn't me. My dad offered this himself. Everything today, the meeting and the offer to help, it was all his idea."Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.
Quincy's eyes flashed with surprise. He hadn't expected that. Given how much Mr. Fay seemed to dislike him, Quincy had assumed the man would avoid offering any help.
"No one offers help for free," Quincy thought, instinctively suspicious. But when he looked at Lydia's bright and innocent face, he hesitated, deciding not to voice his concerns.
And so, it was settled. Two days
later, Quincy would travel with Mr. Fay to a neighboring city. The trip was mainly to meet with the potential partner Mr. Fay had mentioned and to inspect the land. If it turned out to be profitable, Quincy planned to pursue the deat.
This time, Lydia didn't insist on going with him. She knew it wasn't a leisure trip, and Quincy was heading out for work.
Plus, with her frequent bouts of
morning sickness, she worried that
traveling would only make her feel worse. The bigger concern, though, was the chance her father might
notice something was off. If he found out about the pregnancy, it would be a disaster.
Two days later, Quincy boarded a flight to Salt City, the neighboring city.
That evening, after checking into the hotel, he met with Mr. Fay's contact. He was a refined, scholarly-looking middle-aged man dressed in a vintage suit, exuding a quiet elegance. "Mr. Fay, may I ask who this gentleman is?" the man inquired politely, his eyes shifting to Quincy.