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“Mr. Quincey, why do you even bother to explain? It’s none of thy business. You don’t need to explain yourself,” she cut him off and glared at him, thinking that Eustace must be a compulsive liar. She refused to trust any word that came out of his mouth. Moreover, she didn’t believe Yvonne would be as foolish and daring as to scheme against Eustace.
“Aren’t you angry?” Her calm composure sent a piercing pain through his chest and suffocated him.
She laughed at his question and asked, “Why should I? We’ve been divorced for a while. I’m not surprised that you’d want a second marriage.”
She found no reason to be angry at him. More accurately, she felt she didn’t have the right to be angry, for she had no relationship with him. There was nothing left between them.
“Is that all? Were all my efforts a one-sided love that has never once touched your heart?” He had hoped that his efforts would make a difference and he could at least get her to like him. Now, it seemed that he was being delusional.
She felt uneasy under his gaze but insisted, “Did you really think I’d feel grateful for your help, fall in love, and marry you?”
He didn’t reply because he had never expected anything of the sort from her.
“I told you before that I don’t like any Quinceys. Did you think I was joking?”
Eustace stood there quietly, staring at the woman in front of him. Every single word from her mouth was a stab in his heart. Perhaps all his efforts were worth nothing in her eyes, but he had given his best and was at a loss for how he could do better.
“You wouldn’t care even if I married Yvonne. Is that right?” he asked while staring intently at her, attempting to search for signs of lying. However, Danika was good at putting up a front.
She beamed at him even though she was secretly upset. “What do you expect? Do you think I’d cry over the news? Don’t worry. I will congratulate you.”
Eustace paused for a moment and collected himself. He chuckled and said, “I accept your congratulations. And I won’t let you down.”
She was a little surprised by the response but feigned an air of nonchalance. “So, are you going to marry
Yvonne?”
“Since we’re not that close, I’d rather not share my private matters with you.” He smirked.
With a soft smile, she retorted, “I just wanted to remind you to send an invitation if you’re marrying her. We’re acquaintances, after all. I should at least congratulate you in person.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’d make sure to deliver the invitation myself if I get married.” His tone was cold. He gave her a long and hard look before leaving.
Feeling stifled, she looked on as he walked away.
When Danika checked the news in the afternoon, Eustace’s upcoming marriage remained a hot topic. The Dickmans’ official admission of Eustace and Yvonne’s marriage pushed the news to trend again.
She checked the comments under the news on her phone. The majority of the comments praised the future bride and groom as a match made in heaven and congratulated the couple-a marked improvement compared to the malicious gossip back when she married Eustace.
She chuckled, turned off her phone, and asked herself, “What am I doing?”
She reminded herself that Eustace’s marriage was none of her business, and she wondered why she’d spend the whole morning thinking about it.
At Quincey Group building, Vincent was dragged to the pantry and surrounded by a crowd. “Vincent, is Mr. Quincey marrying Miss Dickman for real?”
“I’m not too sure,” Vincent replied helplessly. He never knew that his colleagues loved gossip this much.
“You’re his assistant, and you know him best. Just tell us-we promise to keep it a secret!” Someone was unhappy at Vincent’s silence because he was obviously ignoring them. He was Eustace’s assistant, so he couldn’t possibly know nothing.
“Well…I really don’t know a thing!” Even if Vincent knew the details, he’d be stupid to leak them. If he spread gossip when Eustace was still upset, the consequences would be dire.
“Vincent, just tell us!”
“Right! Just tell us…”
“Are you all too free because there’s not enough work going around?” Silence fell on the pantry when the crowd heard a cold voice. Vincent turned around and saw Eustace at the entrance. Feeling jittery, he mumbled, “Mr. Quincey.”
Eustace ignored him and scanned the other faces instead. “I hired you to work, not to gossip.”
“Sorry, Mr. Quincey…” everyone mumbled and dodged his gaze.
“There will be a one-month bonus deduction for each of you. If this happens again, you’ll be fired immediately.” His frosty eyes traveled through their faces before returning to his office. Vincent quickly followed him.
Everyone in the pantry finally relaxed when the two men disappeared from their field of vision. Someone was sweating bullets, a perfect example of how much stress they had gone through. A month’s worth of bonus was huge, but it was not as bad as losing their job at Quincey Group. They let out a collective sigh of relief.
In Eustace’s office, Vincent stared anxiously at his boss. “Mr. Quincey, the Dickmans’ misled the online chatter into believing your marriage to Miss Dickman. Do you think we should…”
“Let it be,” Eustace said.
“About Miss Dickman…” After some hesitation, he finally blurted out the question because Yvonne was still under their capture, which would not work.
Upon hearing the mention of Yvonne, Eustace looked at him with a murderous gleam that disappeared quickly in his eyes. “Let her go.”
“L-Let her go?” Vincent thought he had misheard his boss.