CHAPTER 148: CHAPTER 148: WANT TO STRANGLE HIM

"Even though you’re right, I just can’t stand the nasty words online."

Nina Quinn was so angry her voice was trembling.

"Don’t get angry over people who don’t matter. I’m coming over to pick you up. Let’s celebrate our victory early."

Listening to the man on the other end intentionally soften his voice and trying hard to win her over, Nina Quinn finally agreed.

She had no choice; only Nathan Jacobs knew what they were going to do next.

So this bit of happiness, she could only share with Nathan Jacobs.

However, what Nina Quinn didn’t know was that after ending the call, Nathan Jacobs took out a condom and poked a dozen holes in the package with a small needle.

If he could help it, Nathan Jacobs wouldn’t want to become a dad so quickly and enter the grave called marriage.

But right now, with Kyle Keaton around, his return to The Jacobs Group seemed like a distant dream.

Plus, the fact that he flirted with an old lady at Old Master Jacobs’ birthday banquet had already spread throughout the entire circle.

Looking across Westmarch, no heiress was willing to marry him now, afraid of becoming the laughing stock within the circle.

Nina Quinn may appear friendly, but Nathan Jacobs knew all too well of her wavering nature.

So, he had to bind Nina Quinn to his ship to possibly control the Quinn Family’s entire fortune, and only then would he have the capital to oppose Miles Jacobs...

*

After another busy day, July Quinn returned to her small apartment.

As before, the room was unusually quiet.

At that moment, her phone rang.

A message from Kyle Keaton.

After two days, the man who had seemingly disappeared on a business trip finally sent her a message.

July Quinn eagerly clicked on the message to check.

[What are you doing?]

July Quinn: "..."

Two whole days, and he’s just curious about what she’s doing?

What the hell! Get lost!

July Quinn hadn’t yet decided how to curse back, but another message came through.

[I’m still in a meeting.]

On the other end of the phone, in the Hawes Presidential Hotel Headquarters conference room in Aethelgard—

The sun had just risen, and Kyle Keaton was still sitting at the head of the conference table.

At the long conference table, other senior executives of the company were seated.

Each was dressed in formal suits, looking like model professionals and elite members of the crowd.

Only now, these people all looked exhausted, even the public relations manager who was doing the report.

Two days ago, the company faced a significant crisis.

So the never-before-seen mysterious boss suddenly appeared at Aethelgard Headquarters, leading and guiding their entire team to handle this crisis.

There’s no denying the mysterious boss’s competence is impressive.

Originally estimated to take half a month to resolve the crisis, in under 48 hours, eighty percent of the crisis was already solved.

But the headache was precisely this point.

The mysterious boss didn’t want to stay in Aethelgard at all, so from the moment he arrived, he rushed to guide them in handling the crisis, listening to feedback from all sides, and didn’t give them any time to rest.

From this meeting starting last night until dawn, they hadn’t even had time to close their eyes and rest.

Each looked exhausted, yet had to force themselves to stay alert.

After all, the treatment at Hawes Presidential Hotel far surpasses the competition.

Getting a chance to work at Hawes Presidential Hotel, no one wanted to give up this job because of fatigue.

Like an outsider, Kyle Keaton, who aggressively resolved eighty percent of the crisis, estimated the time, confirmed it should be night in the country before he sent a message to July Quinn.

Over the past two days, he had countless thoughts about sending a message or calling July Quinn.

His mind was strange; whenever he closed his eyes, her image and aura automatically appeared...

This feeling made him want to immediately drop everything and return to find her.

But he couldn’t.

On one hand, because Hawes Presidential Hotel was his first personal investment creation, akin to his own son, he couldn’t watch it be buried by scandal in the river of time.

On the other hand, Kyle Keaton would not allow himself to be led off course, his rhythm and his plans, by one woman.

So these two days, he deliberately didn’t call July Quinn, or even send a single text.

In his view, this would reduce the chances of thinking about this woman, and he wouldn’t be ensnared and distracted by her.

As proven, his decision seemed right.

See, he still accomplished many plans over these two days; only when her image accidentally flashed across his mind, it accelerated his urge to quicken the pace.

Just like this overnight meeting, spurred by his growing impatience to see July Quinn.

Listening to the feedback from the report, Kyle Keaton was mostly sure this crisis had been resolved considerably, enabling him to send a message to July Quinn.

But after sending two messages, there was no reply from July Quinn.

This led him to suspect whether the woman hadn’t finished her work and returned home.

However, the next second, he received the woman’s reply.

But upon seeing her message, Kyle Keaton had the urge to strangle her.

Because her reply was: [Then you go on with your meeting, I’m going to sleep with someone else now!]