CHAPTER 269: CHAPTER 269: SEDUCTION

At that time, those people certainly won’t have anything nice to say. They’ll just call Felix Orwell a trust fund baby and say that Sienna Quinn picked the wrong partner! But why can’t my boss understand this?

Does he really want everyone to think he’s a worthless slacker?

But Sean Carter knows Felix Orwell isn’t like how others describe him. In just a few months, he increased the Orwell Group’s revenue by fifteen percent, a feat that even Old President Orwell would find difficult.

Yet, once Felix Orwell gets serious, no one else can compare. He just enjoys hiding his talents.

Just as Sean Carter was sighing, he suddenly stumbled, having been bumped into by someone. Angry, he looked at the person who hit him, only to see Clara Quinn holding two cocktails, offering one to Felix Orwell with a flattering smile, "I saw you haven’t had anything to drink, so I brought this for you."

Felix Orwell looked at Clara Quinn, raising his eyebrow slightly, a teasing smile curling on his lips as he took the glass from her hand.

Sean Carter steadied himself, glaring at Clara Quinn with a grim expression, "What are you doing? Didn’t you see someone standing here?"

Clara Quinn didn’t even glance at him, continuing to smile brightly at Felix Orwell, "President Orwell, you used to live in France and suddenly you’re in the country. Are you finding it a bit hard to adapt?"

Felix Orwell’s lips curled up, his eyes narrowing to slits, "It’s alright, though when I first got here, it was a bit unfamiliar."

"If you’re not used to it, you can tell me."

"Sure."

Felix Orwell chuckled softly. Seeing his smiling face, Clara Quinn’s heart bloomed with joy, a hint of a smile at her lips, her hands crossed in front of her chest, her coy demeanor made Felix Orwell’s smile deepen further.

But Sean Carter looked at the woman ignoring him, already having a poor impression of her, lost all patience, and yelled at Clara Quinn, "Don’t know how to apologize? Is this the Quinn Family’s etiquette?"

Clara Quinn, who had been smiling a second ago, now looked at Sean Carter with disgust, having initially wanted to ignore him but ended up having him in her face nonstop.

Clara Quinn rolled her eyes and reluctantly faced Sean Carter, "Didn’t you see I was talking?"

Sean Carter watched this self-righteous heiress with real disgust and disdainfully said, "Fishing for a sugar daddy? I remember you all used to call Young President Orwell a kept man. Wasn’t it all you guys? Why the sudden bootlicking now?" Sean Carter could easily see through Clara Quinn’s intentions, which simply revolved around Felix Orwell’s background and abilities.

Sean Carter mocked with a laugh, knowing full well that Felix Orwell, having spent years amongst women, wouldn’t be oblivious to this. Besides, Felix Orwell wasn’t interested in women like Clara Quinn.

Clara Quinn thought she had stumbled upon a rich and handsome man, a big catch, but Sean Carter knew that this big catch wasn’t so easily netted.

Felix Orwell casually waved his hand, speaking slowly, "Sean, how could a gentleman bicker with a woman?"

With that, he turned to Clara Quinn and, with great courtesy, bowed thirty degrees, sincerely apologizing, "It’s my fault for not managing my people well. I hope this beautiful lady won’t be upset. I trust you will be magnanimous."

Clara Quinn smugly glanced at Sean Carter, happily placing her hand in Felix Orwell’s palm.

Sean Carter watched the two leave, a slight smirk on his lips, knowing leaving with Felix Orwell was entering hell, and she’d have her moment to cry soon enough.

To "make it up" to Clara Quinn, Felix Orwell proactively offered to buy her a drink.

Clara Quinn blushed, stealing glances at Felix Orwell from time to time. This man was indeed handsome, with sexy features that didn’t lose out to Landon Lawson. Even she had to admit this man’s allure was captivating.

Felix Orwell, keenly aware of Clara Quinn’s secret gazes, remained confident in his charm, sipping champagne with a deepening smile.

"President Orwell, do you... have someone you fancy?" Clara Quinn still remembered the important task Amanda Warren assigned her: no matter the cost, she had to win Felix Orwell over to outdo Sienna Quinn.

Felix Orwell chuckled, nodding with a playful glint in his eyes.

"Of course, I do." He replied with a smile, leaving Clara Quinn momentarily stunned. If Felix Orwell had someone he liked, then what should she do? Could it be that person was Sienna Quinn? With such a good relationship, could it really be her?

"Is it Sienna Quinn?"

Tentatively, she asked, really wanting to know who was in Felix Orwell’s heart. After all, knowing your opponent was key to victory. To win Felix Orwell over without using some tactics was impossible.

Seeing her steer the topic towards Sienna Quinn, Felix Orwell’s smile grew wider, "Why, is there a problem?"

Seeing Felix Orwell not outright deny it, Clara Quinn felt a secret joy. Could it be that Felix Orwell’s interest wasn’t in Sienna Quinn? If it wasn’t her, then things would be much easier.

Pretending to hesitate, she said, "Honestly, I wonder if I should tell you because my cousin isn’t what she appears to be."

"Oh? Then what kind of person is she?"

Felix Orwell’s gaze deepened, his smile growing larger. If Sean Carter were here, he’d notice just how menacing Felix Orwell looked now—whenever he was on the verge of anger, he appeared like this, far from curious, but rather, angry.

"Isn’t it because Sienna Quinn is a two-faced woman? She may look radiant on the surface, but behind the scenes, she does all sorts of shameless things. She used plenty of tricks to marry Landon Lawson. Even though Vera Yates was his true love, Sienna drugged Landon to conceive this child. Such a cunning woman, I really hope you don’t get deceived by her."

"Oh, I see." Felix Orwell nodded lightly, his smile increasingly mysterious.

"That’s why, I really hate seeing you like this. She really isn’t as good as you think." Clara Quinn acted as if she was doing it for his sake, but inside she was overjoyed.

Why does Sienna Quinn act so recklessly now, if not because she has Felix Orwell as a backup?

If Sienna lost Felix Orwell and also Landon Lawson and Axel Yates, what would she be? Would she still dare to be so arrogant? She’d still be that defeated dog from five years ago, crushed underfoot by her.

Felix Orwell’s eyes gradually narrowed, a cold gleam slipping from his eyes.

So this is the situation Sienna has been in all along here.

He truly regretted not having brought Sienna over earlier.