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“Mr. Lawson,” he greeted him respectfully.
“Well, if it isn’t Mr. Quincey,” Mr. Lawson said, glancing at him indifferently.
“My grandfather will be celebrating his birthday the day after tomorrow. Will you be free?” Eustace didn’t know if his grandfather had sent an invitation letter to Mr. Lawson, so he decided to invite him in person just in case.
Mr. Lawson sat on a chair and squinted at him. “I’m a busy, old man. I don’t have time to attend his party.” “Mr. Lawson-
“Mr. Quincey, I’m running a business here.”
With that, Mr. Lawson instructed his staff to remove them from his premise. Before that, he had a good impression of Eustace before. Now, however….
His eyes landed on Yvonne. He decided a man with a girlfriend like that must have a poor eye.
“You” Annoyed that Eustace had been rejected, Yvonne was about to chastise him. However, before she could speak, Eustace glared at her.
“Shut up!”
“Eustace, I-”
“Mr. Lawson, in that case, I’ll take my leave first,” Eustace said, not pressing the issue further. “I won’t disturb your business.”
Walking to the door, he heard Mr. Lawson say softly, “You should be smarter about who you choose as a girlfriend. If you choose the wrong person, it will ruin your life.”
“Thanks for the advice, Mr. Lawson,” Eustace replied.
As they left, Mr. Lawson closed his eyes and began to doze off.
Outside the shop, Yvonne’s expression was terrible. There was no way she couldn’t tell that Mr. Lawson was referring to her.
“Eustace, who is that person?” Yvonne couldn’t help asking. To make Eustace behave so respectfully, he couldn’t be an ordinary person. However, he had never heard of him in Parrington. Perhaps he was from another city.
“He’s an elder,” Eustace replied. Stopping in his tracks, he turned around to face Yvonne. In an upset tone, he said, “Yvonne, although you are part of the Dickman, I hope you still have basic manners.”
“Eustace, I didn’t mean to-”
“I always kept quiet when you were young, but you’re not a little girl anymore. You should learn to speak. appropriately.”
He couldn’t take his mind off Danika. Danika and Mr. Lawson’s relationship had to be very good because they came out of his treasure collection room. Had Danika visited this place frequently to buy art supplies for his grandfather?
“I’m sorry, Eustace,” Yvonne apologized. She agreed that she had been a little too impulsive. However, ever since she learned about Eustace’s thoughts about Danika, she couldn’t keep herself calm.
“You don’t need to apologize to me.” Eustace continued to walk. “I just don’t want you to offend someone you can’t afford to offend one day. It might even put you in danger.”
Many powerful figures kept a low profile in Parrington. Even Eustace didn’t dare to offend people on a whim, so he couldn’t figure out where Yvonne’s confidence came from.
After they left the mall, Eustace drove Yvonne home before returning to Perry Residence.
When he reached the entrance of the compound, he felt a little apprehensive. He wondered if he would run into Danika again. If he did, should he invite her to Old Mr. Quincey’s birthday party?
Although he had made up his mind to give up, seeing her good relationship and understanding of his grandfather made him realize how disappointed his grandfather would be if he didn’t invite her.
Eustace didn’t know if he considered himself lucky or not, for he didn’t meet Danika in the lobby. Feeling rather disappointed, he entered the elevator. Just as the doors were closing, a hand reached out to block them.
“Wait a minute!”
“Dan-”
Before he finished, he realized it wasn’t Danika, but a woman dressed primly.
“Mr. Quincey, you live here?” the woman asked in surprise. It was obvious that she knew who Eustace was. She wondered why the mighty Mr. Quincey stayed in Perry Residence.
Eustace, however, didn’t know who she was. “Yes. Who are you?” he asked.
“I’m a representative from DR Apparel. You brought Miss Lawrence to us to order a dress before,” she replied.
Although Eustace didn’t quite recall the incident, he nodded in silence. People around him tended to keep quiet when he was silent too, afraid to break the silence.
Soon, the elevator reached his floor, and the two of them walked out together.
“You live here too?” Eustace asked with a frown.
“No, I’m here to deliver a dress to one of our guests.”
Deliver a dress? Eustace had a bad feeling about it. After all, he had only run into Danika on that floor.
“Who is the recipient?”
“Er, I…” The woman was hesitant to disclose the private details of her customer.
“You can’t tell me?” Eustace’s tone changed. Although he didn’t threaten her, his intimidating presence was too much for anyone to bear.
“It’s for a lady named Miss Zellweger.” The woman had no choice but to answer for fear of offending Eustace.
Now, Eustace was certain that the dress was for Danika. Why did she order a dress?
He wondered if his grandfather had already invited her to his party. However, wouldn’t that defeat the point of asking Eustace to invite her?
When they arrived at Danika’s front door, Eustace stepped away to prevent Danika from seeing him.
The woman knocked on the door, and Danika came out, looking a little confused. “Who are you?”
“Hello, Miss Zellweger! This dress is from Mr. Pearson,” the woman said.
“Max Pearson?”
The woman nodded.
Danika frowned in confusion before she soon understood the situation. She had promised to accompany Max to an event, so she should wear it when the time came. However, she was a little surprised by how considerate Max was that he even took care of little things.
She took the dress from the woman and thanked her. After the woman left, Danika was about to close the door when Eustace suddenly appeared before her.
“Mr. Quincey?” she called, startled. “How long have you been standing there?” She didn’t remember seeing anyone else in the corridor previously.
Instead of answering the question, he asked coldly, “Why did Max give you a dress?”
“Mr. Quincey, aren’t you being too nosy?” Danika asked in exasperation. She started to close the door.
Eustace, however, didn’t give her a chance to close it. “You are my ex-wife. I’m allowed to be nosy.”
Danika was dumbfounded.
“Are you guys together?” Eustace’s face darkened, and his voice was icy.
“I’m your ex-wife, Mr. Quincey. Do you know what that means?” Danika looked at him, trying her best not to get angry. “It means that we have nothing to do with each other from the moment we divorced. Whoever I end up with is none of your business, Mr. Quincey.”
Danika never expected Eustace to be so shameless. Hadn’t she been clear enough? Why did Eustace still appear in front of her?