Your identity doesn’t matter

Quinn walked into the living room, alongside Avie.

There was no one in the living room. Where was Henry?

"President, I'll take my leave first." Avie politely bowed and left the living room.

Quinn sighed as she sat on the couch.

She heard the sound of someone coming down the stairs, but she didn't bother opening her eyes.

"The little princess of the Stones is finally back, isn't she?" Henry mocked as he came to sit beside her.

"Where else do you want her to go?" Quinn retorted. She opened her eyes to fully stare at him.

"That's her business. Have you reconsidered my request?" Henry stared at her intently.

"What request are you talking about?" Quinn avoided his gaze.

"You know what I'm talking about. So don't pretend." Henry hissed sharply.

"Mr Henry, I believe Emelda is my daughter. I decide whether you get to see her or not. And my decision is , no..." Quinn headed up the stairs to avoid further conversation.

But Henry was swifter than her,

"Not so fast." He grabbed her hand and pulle