"We’re going to see an opera later, do you guys want to join us?"
Jane Quinlan shook her head: "I don’t understand those things."
This girl was too enthusiastic, she really wanted to tell her that she was just a small helper at Kay Forrest’s company.
But the young lady seemed to have a look of disbelief.
Lily Snow giggled as she got up and walked to the study door, knocking in a sweet voice.
"Are you guys done yet? We’ll be late for the opera."
Jane Quinlan thought this girl must have never experienced any setbacks in her life, as her face was full of happy smiles, completely untouched by hardship.
In the study, Kay Forrest crossed his arms and looked at Oliver Turner: "You’re taking a woman to the opera?"
Oliver Turner shrugged: "As you can see, I really don’t want to go, but... she’s very clingy.
If I don’t go tonight, she’ll probably nag until nighttime."
"So if she’s such a bother to you, why do you let her stay at your place?"
"She brought her luggage and waited at my doorstep, Anchester is freezing at night, her father is an influential figure, and he’s currently doing business with Hunter Warren, I can’t just leave her out in the cold at my doorstep."
Kay Forrest laughed with his arms crossed: "Never thought I’d see the day you’d become friends with Hunter Warren."
"People, you have to spend time together to understand if you can be friends.
I had no connection with Hunter before, if it wasn’t for Faye Townsend, I might never have become friends with him in my life.
After going through those things, many people would logically never interact again.
But... how should I put it, Faye is a smart woman.
She really knows how to help men become friends, it’s all about fate."
Outside, Lily Snow kept persistently knocking on the door.
Kay Forrest walked over to open the door, looking at her slyly: "Do your parents know you’re so noisy?"
"Of course," she raised her chin, showing no fear at all.
"Did your parents ever tell you that women like you might have a hard time getting married because men don’t like noisy women?"
Outside, Lily Snow pouted and after hesitating for a moment, looked at Oliver Turner in the study: "Is that true?"
Oliver Turner thought for a moment and then smiled: "For most men, that is indeed the case."
"And what about you?"
Oliver Turner looked at the expectant eyes of this young girl, hesitating a little.
But he felt that at his age, he was indeed unsuitable for a girl more than ten years younger than himself.
After a moment of silence, he nodded: "I don’t like it either."
He originally thought that after hearing his words, she would definitely be hurt and perhaps even walk away.
But unexpectedly, she not only didn’t leave, after a moment of silence, she nodded: "Alright then, I’ll change.
Although I can’t guarantee I’ll completely kick this bad habit, I’ll try my best."
Oliver Turner frowned as he looked at this young girl, feeling a brief ripple in his heart.
Kay Forrest smiled as he turned and looked at Oliver Turner, his eyebrows slightly raised, Faye Townsend wasn’t wrong, this girl really was suitable for Oliver Turner.
If someone could bring happiness to Oliver Turner, then Faye should be able to be at ease.
He patted Lily Snow on the shoulder: "Not bad, the way you are now is the way most men like.
I believe Oliver feels the same, I’m rooting for you, keep it up."
He finished and turned back to give Oliver Turner a wink and a smile: "I’ll take the foodie I brought with me, you two go enjoy the opera."
In the living room, Jane Quinlan gritted her teeth, that damn Kay Forrest, couldn’t even lower his voice when talking bad about her.
She heard it all, okay.