But the one who managed to stand out in a short ti was still the one with quite a bit of scandal.
Because he played the admirer of Willow Bright, a general with very few scenes, dying for Willow Bright. Such deep affection easily makes a lasting impression.
The key point was the stark contrast compared to his previous image.
At the intersection, lody Thorne took out her keys, ready to drive.
The sound of wheels skidding echoed in her ears. A car stopped in front of her, and Timothy Lockwood got out, eagerly calling, "Sister-in-law."
Jared Quinn’s lackey. lody Thorne was even more unwilling to talk; she turned to leave.
"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, where are you going?" Timothy blocked her path, "Why don’t I give you a lift?"
"When a man shows undue diligence, he’s either up to no good or trying to steal sothing."
Timothy "..."
Watching lody Thorne open her car, Timothy beca anxious. He was here on orders today, having made big promises, and returning empty-handed would certainly be disastrous.
In a flash, he leaned against the car window, talking to soone in the back, "Timmy, hang in there for a bit. I bet your fever is getting high. A bit longer and it’ll go down. Later, I’ll take you to the bar for so fun, guarantee it’ll cure you."
Hearing the na Timmy, lody Thorne reacted without much thought, especially knowing Timmy had a fever, "Did you bring Timmy out too? Is he having a fever?"
Timothy glanced back, "No worries, sister-in-law, just go ahead. Leave Timmy to . Later, I’ll take him to the bar, a bit of juice will be enough."
lody Thorne "!!!"
"Oh dear, Timmy, how high is your fever that your little face is so red? Must be about thirty to forty degrees, right?"
Frightened, lody Thorne ran over, opening the rear car door, "Timothy, are you nuts? Timmy has a fever, and you’re still taking him to..." the bar.
Before she could finish, she found the back seat empty with no sign of Timmy. From behind, Timothy pushed her in and locked the door, "Sister-in-law, I was just joking. Look at you, taking it seriously."
"Timothy!" lody’s bag in her hand smacked Timothy’s head, "How dare you trick ?"
"Sister-in-law, stop hitting , careful, you’ll cause an accident."
......
Bar.
lody Thorne was led by Timothy into a private room in the bar. Inside sat several n she didn’t recognize, but they seed to be Jared Quinn’s business associates.
"Brother Jared, sister-in-law is here," Timothy pushed her toward Jared Quinn.
As lody stumbled forward, Jared Quinn caught her, his hand naturally slipping around her waist.
"Jared Quinn, do you know how despicable you are?" lody Thorne gritted her teeth, wearing a mask afraid of being recognized.
"If I weren’t despicable, how could I get your forgiveness?" Jared whispered softly, close to her ear.
"I wasn’t blaming you," lody retorted coldly, "What’s lost is lost, I don’t care."
"lody Thorne, even if you don’t care, I do," Jared Quinn held her small hand to touch his necktie, sliding down his shirt, over his belt, his voice hoarse, "See? I care."
He was wearing all the things she lost yesterday. After bringing them back to have the servants wash them, they hadn’t dried completely before he put them on to warm them dry.
What she lost, he picked back up.
"Anyway, it’s lost. Pick it up if you want," lody Thorne snorted, indifferent about it.
The one thing she cares about now is her company and when it will turn a profit of over a million.
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