Seeing a few strong security guards walk in, Charles Quinn knew there was no benefit in persisting, especially considering he thought of himself as a respectable person.
"Don’t touch me, I’ll walk myself!"
After coldly scolding the security guards, Charles Quinn shouted at July Quinn, "Fine! Since you insist on going your own way, from today onward, we sever our ties. You’re no longer part of The Quinn Family."
He simply wanted to pressure July Quinn one last time, to see if she dared to face the consequences.
If she didn’t dare, the money in her hands would all become his.
Unexpectedly, under his angry rebuke, July Quinn laughed, "Alright, sever our ties. Since childhood, I’ve never felt like part of The Quinn Family, whether we sever ties or not makes no difference."
Charles Quinn didn’t expect July Quinn to show no hesitation, and he blushed furiously in anger.
But in front of the many security guards, he could do nothing and could only storm off angrily.
As soon as Charles Quinn left, Amanda Ford quickly followed without looking back.
Watching them leave one after the other, July Quinn sat down on the sofa, the smile in her eyes gradually replaced by loneliness...
Just then, the door to the reception room creaked open.
"I’ll finish up and go to the meeting, you go ahead first."
July Quinn thought it was her secretary informing her to go to the meeting.
But when she looked up, she saw Vivian Lynn walk in.
"July, I heard your parents came to find you. Are you... alright?"
July Quinn’s unprivileged status in The Quinn Family wasn’t a secret in Westmarch’s elite circles.
Especially since Vivian Lynn heard July Quinn called security just before she arrived, it was likely something had happened.
That’s why she hurried over.
"I’m fine." July Quinn never liked exposing family troubles to outsiders.
Yet Vivian Lynn was still very worried, "But I see your complexion isn’t good, why not postpone the meeting?"
"Really, I’m fine, I’ve long been used to it..."
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Vivian, however, heard inexplicable bitterness and helplessness in her phrase "long been used to it."
Vivian Lynn felt an inexplicable heartache but didn’t know how to comfort her.
But July Quinn suddenly appraised her, "Mr. Lynn, you seem dressed a little differently today."
All at once, Vivian Lynn’s attention was diverted, she responded to July Quinn with a slight embarrassment.
"It is a bit different, today I plan to meet the parents."
Considering that the older generation likes gentle and demure daughters-in-law, Vivian Lynn wasn’t wearing her usual sleek business suit today, but a clean, pure white dress.
Though Vivian Lynn was approaching thirty, she had an excellent figure and a sweet appearance.
Plus today, unlike usual, she didn’t deliberately dress mature and capable, looking sweet and obedient like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.
"Meeting the parents? Mr. Lynn, you have a boyfriend?"
Recalling that only months ago Vivian Lynn’s ex-boyfriend had been taken away by Holly Houston.
So soon she was already meeting the parents?
"Yes, dating for three months now, seems like a genuine person, so I plan to settle the marriage."
For some reason, when July Quinn heard "genuine person," it felt off.
However, seeing Vivian Lynn now appear gentle and hopeful for the future, July Quinn refrained from voicing her thoughts.
"Congratulations, congratulations, remember to invite me to the wedding banquet."
The two chatted as they walked toward the meeting room.
It wasn’t until the meeting started that Vivian Lynn realized she thought July Quinn didn’t look well earlier and meant to delay the meeting.
Unexpectedly, she was simply deflected...
In the evening, Kyle Keaton arranged to dine with July Quinn outside.
But when July Quinn arrived at the Hawes Presidential Hotel, several young people dressed in luxury brand clothing were gathered around Kyle Keaton’s table.
The leading young man was in a bespoke Prada suit, his hair meticulously styled, and his perfume scent stood out even among a group of women.
"Young master has his eye on this spot today, get up quickly."
He slapped the table and pointed at Kyle Keaton’s nose.
Seeing this, his lackeys followed suit.
"An assistant actually dares to occupy the spot Vance wants. Get up quickly!"
"Did you hear? If you don’t get up, don’t blame us for being rude."
Someone even kicked the table directly.
But throughout the process, Kyle Keaton didn’t even blink.
The aura of a king further made these affluent second generations appear like jesters.
July Quinn stepped forward at this moment...