Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife Chapter 839 - 874: Asking About the Photo

As she spoke, she took out the prepared docunts and handed them to Edward Quinn. "This is the script outline and character setup we’ve written, along with so market research we’ve done. Additionally, here’s the budget for the micro-film project. Uncle, please take a look to see if this project is feasible."

Edward Quinn took the docunts, but didn’t imdiately open them. "Even without looking, I agree. In fact, I hope you can join Quinn Film Industry and take on so managent work. It might be better for your future."

If she really joined Quinn Film Industry, then she would be even more entangled in the Quinn Family’s internal struggle over the inheritance, wouldn’t she?

"Uncle, don’t you want to take a look? Although a micro-film might have a small investnt, producing it with high quality could still require millions, so I can’t guarantee that it will make money."

"I trust you will take this micro-film seriously, and as for profits... The most important thing for this newly established film company is not profit, but reputation. Even if it loses money, it doesn’t matter." Edward Quinn patted Mabel Quinn’s shoulder, not wanting to add pressure to his niece.

Mabel looked gratefully at Edward, understanding his goodwill. "But Uncle, I hope that the person handling this project from Quinn Film Industry is not Alessia Quinn, nor soone closely associated with her."

Edward smiled lightly, "Alright, I’ll make arrangents. You needn’t worry about that."

With the work discussions done, Mabel then pulled out a photograph from her pocket and handed it to Edward. "Uncle, is this photo of you and my father?"

Edward’s smile froze at the corners of his lips the mont he saw the photograph. He took the photo, looking at it with a mix of disbelief and nostalgia. After a while, he asked, "Where did you find this photo?" Although he maintained a calm exterior, his voice was now tinged with a slight tremor.

"When I was 11, my father and I buried a Ti Box. A few days ago, I dug it out, and what my father put inside was this photograph. Back then, we thed it on wishes, placing our wishes into envelopes," Mabel said.

"Wishes..." Edward murmured, suddenly smiling softly, "Asher, was this your wish? Do you also long to return to those days?" Back then, they were full of spirits, with no emotional knots, no suspicion.

"Uncle, do you know what this photo my father put represents?" Mabel asked.

Edward sighed, "The woman in the middle is Clover. We almost t Clover together and almost liked her together, but later, Clover disappeared, and we never found her again. The happiness of those days was gone. Maybe your father wants to return to that ti and reminisce about the happiness then."

As Edward spoke, he handed the photo back to Mabel.

Mabel looked at her father’s smile in the photo. Had her father once liked Clover as well? "Then... why did Clover... Auntie disappear?"