Quincy had proposed to Lydia at Gemma’s first month celebration, and Nash hadn’t forgotten. The two of them were more than just his right and left hand, they were a perfect couple.“Honestly, it might not happen,” Quincy confessed.Nash immediately realized that Lydia’s parents were the issue. Usually, it was the groom’s parents who were eager for the wedding, especially considering Quincy wasn’t exactly young anymore.Nash gave Quincy a supportive pat on the shoulder. “Time reveals all. Here’s what we’ll do. I’m giving you some time off. Go win your girl. If her father wants you to take over the family business, go for it. I’ll bring up a new team here. None of this is more important than your life.”Nash meant every word. Quincy had been with him for over a decade, not just as an assistant but as a friend, a brother, and family. If a better opportunity came along for Quincy, Nash would not only be happy for him but would even help pave the way.“If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t
Mrs. Fay hadn’t expected Quincy to be so determined. She decided it was time to lay everything out clearly. “Quincy, if you were a parent, given the choice between someone already successful and someone still trying to make it, who would you choose?”“I’d choose the former,” Quincy replied honestly. “But Mrs. Fay, I’m asking for a chance. I’m not just some aimless dreamer.” He sat upright, his posture radiating confidence and resolve.He was impressive, handsome, articulate, with the demeanor of a true professional. His presence alone reflected his time spent working alongside Nash. No matter how capable Quincy was, he couldn’t measure up to Nash. Nash had the entire York family behind him, along with the powerful connections from Nina’s father and his own influential background. Even though Nash deeply trusted Quincy and valued his contributions, Quincy was still just an assistant. There was no way Nash would ever hand over the York Corporation to him.Quincy, for his part, w
Mrs. Fay’s expression turned stern as she addressed Lydia sharply, “I’ve arranged a blind date for you, and your date will be here soon. If you don’t want your father to lock you up at home, you’d better cooperate.”Though she sat calmly on the sofa, her piercing gaze and commanding presence left no room for argument.Just then, Mr. Fay, who had been pretending to be ill, emerged from the room.“Your mother is being kind. If it were up to me, I’d be even harsher. If Quincy keeps showing up, I won’t hesitate to have him thrown out.”Lydia’s breath caught in her throat. She never imagined these words could come from her own parents. They were well-educated, successful people, yet here they were, saying such things and even trying to force her into a blind date.What did they take her for?Some commodity to be traded?Lydia let out a bitter laugh. “The Fay family is already powerful. Just how much is enough? When will you ever be satisfied?”She scoffed bitterly. “And why not go a
Mr. Fay clutched his chest, his voice pained. “Lydia, you’d go this far for a man? You’d hurt your parents like this?”Mrs. Fay, equally panicked, pleaded, “Lydia, put the knife down. Your father’s health isn’t good. Please, don’t make him worry anymore!”But Lydia didn’t lower the knife. Instead, she let out a bitter laugh. “You’re asking me not to hurt him, not to hurt you. But what about me? Have you thought about the fact that you’re hurting me? I’ve always been the obedient daughter, doing everything to make you happy.“Even when I took the job as a secretary at York Corporation, it was because you wanted me to gain some experience. But now, what’s it turned into?“I never dated in college, never had a boyfriend. Now I’ve finally found someone I love, and Quincy treats me so well. Why can’t I be with him?“Is Quincy such a terrible person?”If he were, Nash wouldn’t have trusted and mentored him all these years. Quincy was capable and respected in the industry, with many com
“You went to see Lydia. Did you hit a wall with her parents? What do they want? Are they looking for York Corporation’s help?” Nash, having experienced his fair share of similar situations, could easily guess what was going on with Quincy.Quincy sighed, trying to shut down the conversation. “Mr. York, it’s over between Lydia and me.”Nash was taken aback by how quickly things had ended. Quincy had just proposed to Lydia, and it was clear they had feelings for each other. Lydia wouldn’t have accepted the proposal if she didn’t care deeply for him. It seemed like this so-called “breakup” was more about her parents’ interference than anything else.Nash, having been through his own share of challenges, saw how special Quincy and Lydia’s relationship was and didn’t want it to end over something like this.“Lydia loves you, and you love her. Just calling it quits, don’t you think that’s a waste?” Nash put down the papers he was holding and walked over to Quincy. “You’re not a kid
Inside the hotel room, the place was a mess. Nina Walker woke up, her entire body sore and achy. She rubbed her temples, preparing to rise, and glanced at the tall figure lying next to her. His strikingly handsome face boasted sharply defined features and deep-set eyes. He remained sound asleep, showing no signs of waking.Nina sat up, the sheets slipping off, revealing faint marks on her fair, sensual shoulders. She got out of bed, bloodstains clearly visible on the sheets.Glancing at the time, realizing she was almost late for work, she grabbed her scattered professional attire from the floor and changed into it. Her stockings were already torn by him. She balled them up and tossed them into the trash, slipping on her high heels. There was a knock at the door. Nina was already neatly dressed, back in her role as an efficient secretary, holding her purse as she headed out. Entering was a pure-looking beauty. Nina had called her. The type that Nash York liked. Nina said, "You ju
Upon hearing the voice, Nina's face jolted with surprise, nearly stumbling.With her balance faltering, her body leaned towards him. Nash felt her body tilting and reached out to steady her by the waist. The scorching warmth instantly reminded her of the scene from last night when he ravaged her recklessly.Nina composed herself, lifting her head to meet his deep gaze. His eyes were too serious, containing both questioning and doubt, as if trying to see through her with just one look. Nina's heart raced rapidly. She dared not hold his gaze for another second, instinctively lowering her head.When he assumed it was the woman from earlier, he flew into a rage. If he were to discover it was her, her fate wouldn't be any better. Yet, she couldn't accept it. If Nash knew it was her, could their marriage last a little longer? She dared not meet his eyes. "Why would you ask such a thing?" Only she knew she was hoping for it.However, Nash chuckled lightly. "You don't have the courage."
She looked up to see Miranda wearing an apron, holding a ladle. Upon seeing Nina, her smile faltered for a moment, then she warmly greeted, "Are you Sally’s guest? I just made some extra soup. Come in and have a seat." Her demeanor was composed, entirely that of the lady of the house. It was as if Nina was the guest from afar. Indeed, before long, she would become an outsider.Nina frowned, feeling deeply repelled. When she married Nash, Miranda even sent a congratulatory letter. It was impossible for her not to know Nina was Nash's wife. Seeing her standing motionless at the door, Miranda quickly came over and took her hand, "A guest is a guest, don't be shy, come in." As she approached, a faint jasmine scent filled the air, the exact same fragrance of the perfume Nash gave her on her birthday last year. She felt her throat ache, and her breathing became heavy, as if there were a thousand pounds on her feet, making it difficult to move. Sally noticed Nina standing there m