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“What’s there to apologize for? We were married for two years, and he couldn’t recognize me. You’re just his assistant. It’s a given that you wouldn’t recognize me, too.” Danika thought that there was no need for Vincent to apologize.
He hesitated for a moment and decided to stick up for his president. “Miss Danika, Mr. Quincey is actually a nice person. He was just upset back then, which was why he didn’t want to visit you.”
Once he had calmed down, he couldn’t remember Danika because she didn’t have a commanding presence.
“Once he met you, he changed. He’s deeply attracted to you. I believe that if he had just gone over to see you back then, he wouldn’t have divorced you.” Sometimes it was ridiculous how fate toyed with people.
What Vincent said might be true, but Danika didn’t care. “We’re not fated for each other. Fate is a wonderful thing, but if you don’t share it, you never will.
Vincent was stunned but said, “Just because you didn’t share it before doesn’t mean you won’t in the future.” He felt that fate played a role in their lives. Why else would they still see each other even after their divorce?
Danika didn’t want to argue with him anymore. He was just as weaselly as Eustace. It was no wonder that he was his assistant-they were cut from the same cloth.
She went into her condo, and Vincent watched her leave helplessly. Just as he was about to turn and order the helpers around, Eustace appeared out of nowhere.
“Mr. Quincey.” Vincent was startled. Could he have heard his conversation with Danika?
Eustace looked at the door on the opposite darkly. Then, he looked at Vincent and said coldly, “Who let you run your tongue?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Quincey. I was just…”
“Get in there and pack.” Eustace waved his arm, cutting him off.
Vincent nodded and kept quiet.
-Danika knew when Eustace and his helpers left the house with his things, but she didn’t go out to say goodbye. She thought there was no need to do so. They wouldn’t be meeting again anyway. There was nothing to be said between them. Being strangers was great, too.
Eustace, on the other hand, wanted to knock on her door and say a few words but ultimately decided against it. He knew that Danika wasn’t eager to see him. Since that was the case, he shouldn’t affect her emotions.
In front of Perry Residence, Max had heard the news somewhere and had long begun waiting to laugh at Eustace. When he saw him walking out with a bunch of helpers carrying suitcases, he burst into laughter. “Oh, Eustace! I never thought I’d see you like this.”
Eustace glanced at him and ignored him, but Max wasn’t going to let it go. He followed Eustace and said, “Looks like Danika still hates you. What a pity.”
Eustace stopped in his tracks and turned. “Don’t you want to pursue her? Why are you being so quiet? Christopher is in the lead now.”
At the thought of Christopher, Eustace preferred if Max were the one pursuing Danika. At least he knew that Max wasn’t really interested in her.
As for Christopher….
Eustace felt threatened by him.
At Eustace’s words, Max shrugged nonchalantly. He said gleefully, “I can’t afford to fool around with Christopher Spade.”
“You, Pearson? Afraid of someone?” Eustace was surprised, as if he had stumbled upon something rare.
Max wagged his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest. “Fine. I admit that it’s not because I’m afraid of him. I just think that anyone, no matter who, will get on your nerves if they pursue Danika. Since that’s the case, why should I stir up trouble?” He had already seen through Eustace, especially when it came to Danika.
Eustace looked at him frostily and turned to leave. He feared that if they kept arguing, he would be unable to resist throwing a few punches.
Max smiled even more when he saw his reaction. “What? Are you angry?”
Eustace said nothing and walked toward his car.
Max tagged along, saying, “Danika probably didn’t tell you that she’s already agreed to work with me to take down the Dickmans. Not long from now, the Dickmans are going to disappear off the face of Parrington. I’m curious. Will you help your little lover?”
When Eustace heard this, his eyebrows furrowed, but he said nothing.
“Leaving so soon? Let’s at least talk for a bit.” Max kept pestering him. He really wanted to know what Eustace was thinking.
Finally, Eustace stopped like Max wanted and turned to look at him. “Thank goodness you’re a guy, or I’d think that you liked me from how much you care about me.”
Max was rendered speechless. He had had a big breakfast, and Eustace’s words made him want to puke. He looked at Eustace in disdain and said, “I’m not like you. I’m straight.”
“You better be.” Eustace scoffed and got into his car.
Max watched the car leave. The smile on his face was immediately wiped away, and he turned grim.
Eustace had not said whether he would help the Dickmans, meaning there was always a possibility of him helping them.
If Eustace helped the Dickmans, Max and Gilbert might not take them down. He thought about it for a while and finally called Gilbert. It would serve as a reminder in case things went awry.
In the car, Eustace looked solemn. He was already in a bad mood, so it was only getting worse.
“Mr. Quincey, should we give the Dickmans a heads up?” The Dickmans and the Quinceys were on good terms. Not only that, they collaborated frequently. If the Dickmans were to fall, the Quinceys would be affected as well.
Eustace looked up at Vincent, who was driving. “What heads up?”
“About Mr. Pearson…”
“I know nothing about it. Do you?” Eustace looked at him, his gaze icy.
Vincent’s back turned cold. He understood immediately. “I don’t. I know nothing at all.”
“Good.” Eustace nodded, satisfied with his answer.
The car moved along steadily. Vincent was on an emotional rollercoaster. It was a good thing that he had been by Eustace’s side for many years, or else he would not have been able to recover so quickly. Assisting Eustace was tough, like walking on eggshells. Vincent felt this greatly.
As for the Dickmans, he could only send them his thoughts and prayers.
The car soon arrived at Quincey Mansion. Eustace got down the car. But as he walked, he suddenly turned to Vincent and said, “The Spades have been in Parrington for a long time. Is Bardoff City doing just as well even without them?”
“The Spades are basically controlled by Christopher. No one else dares to challenge him, so it’s stable,” Vincent answered.
“Stable?” That’s not a good thing,” Eustace said.
“What do you mean?” Vincent wasn’t stupid. He had a vague guess.
“Let them fight amongst themselves. How can someone from Bardoff City stay in Parrington for so long?” Eustace had already gone into Quincey Mansion, disappearing from Vincent’s line of sight.
Gilbert and Max worked quickly. The moment their partnership was confirmed, they eagerly began attacking the Dickmans. They were so fast that the Dickmans had no time to curate a proper response.
In the president’s office in Dickman LLC, Yvonne stood politely before the table and looked at the middle- aged man behind the desk. He was berating her, and she dared not retort.
“Yvonne, you’re my daughter. You should know the pressure that I’m bearing, having you in your position. My subordinates are all accusing me of letting you in through my connections. You must work harder.” The man who was speaking was her father, George Dickman.
Yvonne nodded her head quickly. She looked apologetic. “I’m sorry, father. I’ve disappointed you.”
“Indeed, you have.” George’s face was ice cold. He stared at her for a long while before saying, “But not because of the problems that we’ve encountered today, but rather, because of your future marriage.”
“Dad…” Yvonne bit her lip. She knew what he was going to say.
“The Bloom family’s son isn’t too bad. You should give it a try,” George said.
Yvonne kept her head low. She didn’t want the man before her to see the hatred in her eyes. “Dad, I already have someone I like.”
“Eustace Quincey, am I right? I know.” George smiled lightly. “Everyone in Parrington knows, but what’s the use? Does he like you back? All this while, you’ve wasted too much time on him. If the Dickmans run into trouble, you know what to do.”
Yvonne’s face turned pale. She looked at her father in disbelief. “Dad, we’ve run into some problems now, but surely that doesn’t mean we need to arrange a marriage?”
“The Pearsons and that boy Gilbert are coming on strong. Although we’re powerful, we should be on our guard.” He looked at his daughter gravely.
Yvonne was silent. George continued, “The Blooms have spoken. If you marry into their family, they will help us counter those two families. With their support, we might even take down Gilbert and the Pearsons.”