You must know, Morningstar under the Harris Family is a leader in the entertainnt industry. If the Harris Family wants to blacklist anyone in this circle, it’s absolutely not a difficult task.
Indigo Quigley’s face suddenly beca extrely ugly.
Mabel Quinn said, "So what you should pray for is that there’s really nothing between Daniel Harris and , that would be better for you."
"Exactly, these days, so people open their mouths and talk nonsense, do they really think they don’t have to bear any responsibility? Look at that journalist who wrote random reports before, now he’s directly sued by the Quinn Family, claiming 20 million in damages!" Alice Conley chid in.
And when Indigo Quigley heard this, her face turned pale imdiately, and she thought about Alessia Quinn confronting her earlier, asking if she was the one who leaked the speculation about Edward Quinn and Mabel Quinn’s relationship to the reporter.
She naturally denied it, hastily saying it had nothing to do with her. But she clearly understood in her heart that it was she who made the phone call to that reporter to tip-off with this explosive information, at that ti, she just wanted to vent her anger and make Mabel Quinn embarrassed, but she never expected things to blow up.
"It’s best if nothing happened. Let’s just pretend none of us ntioned it. You don’t know my uncle; if you really anger him, my uncle is the kind of person who dares to kill. Do you think my uncle has been in charge of the Quinn Family for so many years, and why my dad can only manage a small branch corporation, not even daring to contradict him?" Alessia Quinn said at that ti.
At that mont, Indigo Quigley felt a chill run straight up from the soles of her feet.
And now, hearing Alice Conley say this, Indigo Quigley was even more uneasy. At that ti, she made the call to that journalist anonymously, shouldn’t be able to trace it back to her, right!
She comforted herself in this way.
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When Mabel Quinn got off work, Edward Quinn’s car was indeed already outside her office building.
Mabel Quinn got in the car, and Edward Quinn instructed the driver to head towards the slum area.
"Uncle, there’s really no need to move, just changing the lock would be fine," Mabel Quinn said.
Edward Quinn replied, "Mabel, sotis people need to know how to be flexible. It’s good to be independent and strong, but if you can receive help and you still turn it away, then that’s being stubborn. Besides, I’m your uncle. What’s wrong with being a bit nicer to my niece? Your Granny Taylor’s last thoughts were of you, and I’ve said before, whether you have a blood relationship with the Quinn Family or not, you’re still a child of the Quinn Family. So, is it really so difficult for you to accept the Quinn Family’s help?"
Mabel Quinn’s emotions surged for a while, and after a long pause, she said, "Thank you, Uncle." This ti, she didn’t refuse.
Edward Quinn then smiled, and when the corners of his lips lifted into a smile, his usually stern face suddenly appeared a lot softer.
Mabel Quinn thought, uncle must have been very handso when he was young; even now, nearing 50, he’s still very good-looking. No wonder those magazines that vote for the best bachelors included uncle at this age.
But it’s unknown what kind of person uncle loved back in the day, how much love it takes for soone to disappear so many years ago, and for uncle to still love that woman, refusing to marry or have children.
How many people can achieve such a thing?
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