This harmonious scene was something Landon Lawson liked very much. He never thought he would one day enjoy such a life.
Unknowingly, he had already become a slave to his child.
At this moment, Evan Quinn’s phone rang; it was a call from Sienna Quinn.
"Evan! I’m sorry, Mommy lost track of time with work. Wait for me, I’ll be there to pick you up soon!" Sienna’s anxious and guilty voice came through the phone.
"It’s okay! Mommy, Daddy came to pick me up! He’s taking us to a big meal!" Evan’s crisp voice couldn’t hide his joyful mood.
"Let her wait for us at the company, and we’ll go pick her up." Landon said from the side.
"Mommy..." Evan was about to relay the message when Sienna interrupted.
"Mommy heard. Tell your dad to drive carefully."
Landon’s lips curled into a barely perceptible smile when he heard this.
The family of three had a great time eating many desserts and Japanese food, and also visited the children’s amusement park. Before they even got home, Evan fell asleep in Sienna’s arms, exhausted.
Landon held the steering wheel with one hand, driving lazily as he brought up casually, "Why are you targeting the Quinn Family? Aren’t you part of the Quinn Family too?"
Though Landon seemed nonchalant, Sienna still sensed the confusion in his tone.
What right did she have to expect him to understand?
Who would have thought the accident from years ago wasn’t an accident, but caused by someone?
If not for the Quinn Family and bearing that surname, her parents wouldn’t have died, let alone been killed by blood relatives.
So, she’d rather sever ties with the Quinn Family and never associate with them again. Moreover, she wanted everything the Quinn Family took from her parents to be returned!
"Why should I tell you?" Sienna replied irritably. The most update n0vels are published on novel{f}ire.net
Getting snapped at by Sienna, Landon rarely lost his temper and continued asking, "Do you hate the Quinn Family?"
"I’m just curious about what the company that made you go to such great lengths to bring down did." His expression gradually turned grim, but he persisted in seeking an answer.
"Landon Lawson! Just because you’re my son’s dad, you think you can order me around? You’re really overstepping, aren’t you?" Sienna said in a low voice, unable to stand it any longer, afraid of waking the child.
At this point, Landon’s face also darkened. He originally wanted to clear up the situation to help her remove obstacles, but now he was hitting a dead end, "Say what you want! I’m not interested anymore! Damn it!"
This woman, why is she so ungrateful? She’s really infuriating him.
Sienna found Landon completely unreasonable, "Stop the car! I want to get off!"
"The child is asleep, what do you really want?" Landon was also angry.
"I! Want! To! Get! Off!"
Landon rolled his eyes, braked, locked all the car doors, took off his jacket, covered Evan, and then unlocked the doors.
"Hmph!" Seeing Landon’s meticulous care for his son, Sienna’s anger was halved. She waved for a taxi and got in without looking back.
Landon, worried about them, followed the taxi all the way until he saw them go upstairs, and then he made a phone call.
At Quinn Group, Tom Quinn was troubled when his phone rang; it was the domestic biggest client of Quinn Group.
Tom quickly composed himself and answered the call, "Hello? President Lawson? I hope you’re well."
"Yes." The voice on the phone was cold, with a hint of laziness.
"President Lawson, what made you think of calling me? You’re quite busy these days, aren’t you?" Tom pretended to be cordial, just making conversation.
In the car under Sienna’s building, Landon coldly said, "Tom Quinn, deliver my goods within a month, or the contract is nullified."
"President Lawson, are you joking with me? Your goods, I’m afraid all of A City can’t gather them. Now you want them delivered within a month; isn’t that putting me in a bind?" Tom said incredulously.
"I don’t care what method you use. I’m not going to say it twice, Tom. If you can’t, the contract is void."
"Hello? Hello?!" Tom angrily smashed his phone to pieces.
The Quinn family’s maid was so frightened that she didn’t dare to breathe. Tom knew that anger stemmed from impotence. He moved to the landline and dialed the secretary’s number.
"Hello? President, is there something you need?"
Although it wasn’t working hours, a professional secretary’s phone must be available 24 hours a day.
"Tell the purchasing director to call me back on this number. I have urgent business." Tom’s voice carried fatigue.
The Quinn Group lost so many important clients in such a short time, even if there was nothing wrong with Quinn Group, no new clients would dare to cooperate with them.
Tom’s body sank deeply into the sofa, rubbing the corners of his eyes, he let out a deep sigh.
"Hello? President, you wanted to see me?"
"Yes, by any means, make sure all goods in the Lawson Group’s contract order are fulfilled and ready for delivery within a month." Tom said slowly.
"Uh... President, there’s something you probably don’t know. I was planning to report it to you tomorrow, but now I need to alert you." The purchasing director hesitated for a moment.
Tom thought there couldn’t be worse news than losing clients.
Yet, he didn’t expect the obstacle waiting for him would be even graver, placing the last straw on him.
"The group’s materials warehouse is almost empty, and our suppliers have provided all materials to the Yates Group. When I went to place orders, there was nothing left. If we recklessly switch purchasing channels, the production cost will increase by 20%." The purchasing director continued, hearing no response, "President, are you listening? Hello?"
"If you can’t handle this matter, might as well just die!" Tom roared in a fit of rage.
He could no longer suppress the anger within, raising the landline phone high and smashing it to the ground, as if that wasn’t enough, he kicked the glass coffee table to pieces as well.
Tom, roaring and like a mad beast, destroyed everything he could lay his hands on.
The loud crashing sound disturbed everyone sleeping upstairs, including Old Mrs. Quinn. Clara Quinn, seeing Tom’s state of frenzy, was terrified and clutched the staircase, not daring to come down.
Ever since the last birthday banquet, Clara had not stepped outside the Quinn house again and still didn’t understand why the drink she spiked for Sienna was consumed by her instead.
And the embarrassment that day made her reluctant to go out freely again.
She decided to wait a few days for things to calm down before going out.
However, Tom’s voice was so loud, the whole household could hear it clearly.