CHAPTER 90: CHAPTER 90: PARTING ON BAD TERMS

Mr. Quinn and Mrs. Quinn put aside their pride.

Today’s meal is to thank Mr. Lawson and Mrs. Lawson.

After all, it’s just a meal, out of sight, out of mind.

Next to him, Mr. Lawson was holding Mrs. Lawson, fuming with anger.

"Whoever wants to eat this meal can eat it! We can’t afford to lose face like this! A dignified man, reduced to this state because of some unreliable woman.

I had to put my pride aside and beg all night! If the other party hadn’t relented, we might not even find his remains!

And now he’s here pretending to be deeply moved, pssh—"

Mr. Lawson spat at him and turned away.

Mrs. Lawson also left without showing any kindness, pulling Sienna with her.

Mr. Quinn and Mrs. Quinn hurried to stop them, not wanting the two families to become so estranged.

Sienna was originally somewhat hesitant.

But seeing Henry standing there unmoved by the elevator, she hardened her heart and also left.

Mrs. Quinn quickly tugged at Henry: "Oh dear! What is all this! Henry, quickly persuade them..."

Henry laughed at himself.

"Ha—persuade what? The marriage is done, the certificate is collected, the project is in my hands, I’ve achieved my goal, she can go wherever she wants, why should I care?"

"Henry! You’re something else!"

Sienna gritted her teeth, glaring at him viciously.

She knew Henry was heartless, but she didn’t expect him to be so utterly ruthless.

Both families parted on bad terms.

The elevator door opened again and Henry walked inside.

Watching the Lawson Family leave, the Quinn Family also got into the elevator and went upstairs to eat.

The meal cost quite a bit, so it couldn’t be wasted.

——

Sitting by the window.

Sophia looked at the night outside the window, then turned her gaze back to Zane.

He got people into this situation and can still walk away unscathed, making her shudder.

But she was also grateful someone was there to protect her.

Enough.

Exquisite dishes were served one by one.

The servings were small, a few bites and they were gone.

They looked exquisite.

The taste was something ordinary high-end restaurants couldn’t compare to.

No wonder each bite cost thousands.

The life of the wealthy is indeed extravagant.

"Hello, here’s the camel milk you ordered."

The waiter placed the warm camel milk in front of her, reminding her to be careful not to burn herself.

"Thank you."

This was said to Zane.

Zane elegantly put down the spoon in his hand, pursing the unfinished food in his mouth.

"Are you satisfied?" he asked.

Satisfied?

It didn’t sound like he was asking about the dishes.

Rather, he seemed to be asking about the scene she just witnessed.

No doubt, Zane, he’s quite capable.

"Which aspect are you referring to?" Sophia teased; he had asked her this exact question before.

Zane swallowed the last bite of food, his tongue licking his lips, his expression unreadable.

His face seemed to say: you won’t be smug for long.

He crossed his hands on the table, his voice low and husky, "Darling, you’ll learn the consequences of lighting a fire..."

Sophia’s earlobes blushed a faint pink, a fiery sensation running all over her body.

She raised the camel milk, not looking at him, gazing at the moonlight outside the window, stealing a laugh as she sipped.

This man shouldn’t be messed with, or else she’ll be in trouble once her period ends.

Work was crazy enough, now on vacation, her wild side might not remain hidden.

After drinking more than half a cup of camel milk, she picked up her bag to go to the restroom.

Zane watched her walk away, a smile playing at his lips, his hands intertwined, thumbs circling each other.

This was the demeanor of a victor, lofty and superior.

Sophia washed her hands, pulled out a napkin to dry them.

In the mirror, she saw Mrs. Quinn behind her, with a look like she wanted to eat her alive.

She chuckled, slowly turning on her black high heels in the water on the floor.

"Well, if it isn’t my dear in-law from the Lawson Family?" she didn’t call her Aunt Quinn, she called her the in-law from the Lawson Family.

Mrs. Quinn’s face was not pleasant.

If it weren’t for Sophia’s recording and video, relying solely on Sienna’s ultrasound report, the two families’ relationship wouldn’t have deteriorated to this extent.

She couldn’t control her inner rage; earlier she wanted to pin Sophia to the ground and kill her if she hadn’t been with a man!

Now seeing her alone, she had to teach her a lesson before she left the women’s restroom!

"You bitch, constantly seducing my son, turning him into this!"

Sophia laughed lightly, "With a face like your son’s, does he even need to be seduced? He probably wants to bed any woman he sees, right?"

"You’re so sharp-tongued! No wonder you ran off with another man right after breaking up with Henry! You can’t keep your life in check, and you throw dirt on others! I think you got into someone else’s bed, afraid of ridicule, so you made an issue out of my son!"

Mrs. Quinn was practically snarling.

Her family lost its reputation, her standing at work was gone, and the already teetering car dealership now depended on the Lawson Family’s project to survive.

It meant having to kowtow to the Lawson Family for life, always inferior!

To suddenly fall from her high stature, she was filled with resentment!

Sophia was used to them reversing right and wrong, not wanting to engage in this nonsense.

"So what? What can you do to me?" she laughed, slightly bending down, tilting her head to look at Mrs. Quinn’s tired face, even with lipstick: "Yet your son still worships the ground I walk on?"

"Blind as a bat, to fall for someone like you!" Mrs. Quinn cursed, poking her finger at Sophia’s nose.

"Lasts less than ten minutes in bed, what else can he do?"

Sophia looked Mrs. Quinn up and down, scornfully, as if searching for reasons on her.

Somehow she seemed to hear someone snickering.

Mrs. Quinn’s face flushed with embarrassment, sputtering you, you, you but couldn’t spit out a full sentence.

Sophia gave her a look of disdain before turning and walking out of the restroom.

Mrs. Quinn, hateful and frustrated, muttering ’bitch!’!

Quickly followed her, reaching to grab her hair.

Sophia heard the hurried footsteps behind and knew she’d follow but didn’t expect her to act so quickly.

She stepped back two steps, Mrs. Quinn’s blood-red nails almost clawed at her.

Her arm felt a tug, a large hand pulling her aside.

Her high heel twisted slightly, but fortunately, she didn’t fall.

Mrs. Quinn, unable to grab anyone, fell instead.

The slippery floor meant she hit it with a splash, sounding like bones breaking.

"Ow—"

Mrs. Quinn’s wailing echoed throughout the restroom.

"Serves you right!" Sophia silently cursed Mrs. Quinn, before glancing at the person who pulled her.

They stood a fist’s distance apart, not touching, but the scent of pine had already drifted past her nose.

The warmth also gradually seeped into him.

Her gaze fell on the man’s chest, the bulging muscles taut against his shirt, the tie tightly wrapped around his neck.

Looking up, she saw an arrogant face.

Clay Gable snorted, releasing his hold.

"Thanks." Sophia shifted a step to the side, increasing the distance between them.

She knew he was already gentlemanly enough, at least not pulling her into his embrace.

Yet his face showed none of the gentlemanly demeanor one would expect.

He glanced at the petite woman in front of him, then turned and walked away.

Sophia wanted to say something, but saw him take long strides away, not looking back.

Leaving behind a wailing Mrs. Quinn.

She couldn’t be bothered, muttered a few curses, and left too.

At the table, Zane heard the commotion and looked towards the restroom, noticing Clay Gable and Sophia coming out one after the other.

His brow furrowed, looking at Clay with a hint of aggression.