Christine Quinn glanced at the clock on the wall and took his hand, murmuring, "It’s already eleven. Let’s go to bed early!"
Looking at Christine’s pleading eyes, Howard Geoffrey smiled gently. "Alright."
"I’ll go run a bath for you."
Christine hopped into the bathroom, and Howard Geoffrey once again turned his gaze to the city’s night view outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
As soon as Howard Geoffrey left the suite, Jason Wood and Roye greeted him respectfully.
Walking down the hotel corridor, Howard Geoffrey handed several "Skytop" files to Roye and asked Jason Wood, "How’s that matter I asked you to handle?"
"Boss, I’ll tell you more in the car."
Inside the luxurious and comfortable business car, Jason Wood sat in the passenger seat and respectfully reported to Howard Geoffrey, "I’ve found the information you asked me to investigate. This is the data the bank manager copied from the safe deposit box."
Taking the tablet from Jason Wood, Howard Geoffrey unlocked it.
Instantly, several photos and a letter appeared on the screen.
Howard Geoffrey used his slender fingers to zoom in on the photos. After looking through them, he read the letter Alexander Quentin had written to Rebecca Quentin—
*By the time you read this letter, Dad might no longer be in this world...*
*What Dad wants to tell you, my dear daughter, is that you are not my biological daughter.*
*Don’t be upset. Let Dad explain slowly...*
*When you were three years old, because you looked very much like a daughter Dad had once lost, Dad brought you back from the orphanage.*
*I know it’s hard for you to accept this right now, but Dad doesn’t want to leave you all alone in this world after I die. Go find your biological family...*
*This is the address of the orphanage. You can go find the director there. She will tell you everything about your background.*
*Becca, don’t cry. You have to know, even if you’re not Dad’s biological daughter, you are still the daughter Dad loves most in his heart...*
Seeing Howard Geoffrey finish reading the information, Roye immediately tried to take credit. "Boss, Jason Wood wasn’t the only one who worked hard to get through to that bank manager. I put in a lot of effort too! So please, let me stay by your side, seeing as I’ve made up for my mistakes!"
Thinking about Howard Geoffrey’s plan to send Roye to Africa, Jason Wood couldn’t help but smirk.
Roye shot Jason Wood a glare, then peeked at Howard Geoffrey’s expression in the rearview mirror.
Howard Geoffrey currently had his eyes closed, feigning sleep, as if completely untroubled by the information he had just read.
Roye was puzzled and whispered to Jason Wood, "Why isn’t the Boss reacting at all? Miss Quentin not being Alexander Quentin’s biological daughter—that seems like a huge problem!"
Jason Wood just smiled and shook his head.
Roye grew even more confused. "What do you mean by that?"
Jason Wood said with a straight face, "I’m smiling because you’ve followed the Boss for so many years, yet your intelligence hasn’t improved one bit..."
Since her condition had improved, Rebecca Quentin decided to be discharged.
Early in the morning, the housekeeper had come to the hospital to help Rebecca Quentin pack her things. Now, Rebecca Quentin, full of energy, said to the housekeeper, "Don’t help me. I can get out of bed by myself..."
"Alright." Although he agreed, the housekeeper still stepped forward to help her.
Just as Rebecca Quentin’s feet touched the floor, she heard Roye’s voice, "’Madam,’ we’ve come to take you home."
Seeing it was Roye and Jason Wood, and not the person she had hoped to see, Rebecca Quentin smiled faintly. "Thank you."
Roye took the luggage from the housekeeper, while Jason Wood presented the bouquet of roses he was holding to Rebecca Quentin. "’Madam,’ these are from the Boss."
Rebecca Quentin stiffened slightly, her gaze fixed on the vibrant, fiery red roses before her. Her heart suddenly constricted, yet she still accepted the bouquet from Jason Wood with a beaming smile. "Thank you."
"The car is waiting outside, ’Madam.’ Please watch your step."
After Jason Wood and Roye left, Rebecca Quentin glanced dismissively at the bouquet before carelessly tossing it into the trash can in her hospital room.
The housekeeper, who was still supporting Rebecca Quentin, asked in shock, "Young Lady?"
"I don’t want them." Holding her head high, Rebecca Quentin strode away.
In the past two years, she had often received roses from him. Even though it was usually Jason Wood who handed her the flowers, her heart would always be filled with a sweet joy...