She would definitely attend this award ceremony. lody Thorne was considering whether to bring the newcors she signed, to let them walk the red carpet. Maybe they could beco famous from just that.
As she was lost in thought, a pair of small hands covered her eyes from behind, and a child’s bossy voice said, "lody, you promised to spend today with , and you’re daydreaming again."
Timmy, dissatisfied, said from behind her, "You’re not thinking about why my dad hasn’t co back for two days, are you? Actually, it’s quite simple; maybe my dad’s fallen for soone else."
Timmy showed no rcy in talking about his dad. Well, his dad had hogged lody Thorne for several days now. The two of them were glued together every day and had completely ignored him, like he was invisible.
The butler’s mouth twitched slightly, "Young Master, it’s not good to talk nonsense like that."
This could possibly lead to trouble.
Timmy snorted; he didn’t care. Wasn’t it said that sons exist to give their dads a hard ti? If he didn’t do that, how could he call himself his son?
"Possible," lody Thorne nodded seriously, quite in agreent with Timmy’s words. "Should we go have a look?"
Timmy: "...Why should we go? But I don’t want to go."
He just wanted lody Thorne to stay ho and keep him company. Why go looking for his dad?
lody Thorne stood up, her clear eyes flashing with a cold light. "Catch him in the act."
Butler: "..." You actually believe a child’s wild talk?
lody Thorne drove the car, her long hair cascading down her back. Her large sunglasses nearly covered half of her oval face, and with an air of arrogance, she took Timmy into Quinn Corporation.
"Little Prince?"
"Little Prince?"
The people in the company greeted Timmy with curiosity.
lody Thorne and Timmy took the CEO’s private elevator up. Just as they exited the elevator, they saw Jared Quinn followed by a group of old executives discussing sothing important, quickly striding along.
The appearance of lody Thorne and Timmy caught them off guard.
"Little Prince," many people called out to Timmy.
Their gaze then fell on lody Thorne, recalling her vigorous note-taking in the eting room last ti.
Jared Quinn naturally saw them too. His forrly stern and resolute face softened unknowingly at their arrival.
"Are you done with your eting?" Unlike his softened expression, lody Thorne was fuming.
Those in the company looked at lody Thorne’s arrogant deanor, all astonished. Rarely did anyone dare to be so brazen in front of their president.
"If you’re done, co in, we have sothing to talk about," lody Thorne gestured with her arm, leading Timmy into the office.
A group of people was all shocked, staring at this scene. Their president was actually given the cold shoulder!
"Cancel all morning etings, resu in the afternoon," Jared Quinn glanced at his watch and then followed them into the office.
"..."
The spacious, luxurious office. Jared Quinn sat at the desk, the large and small figures across from him cast judgntal looks his way, and he pinched his brow with his big hand.
"Timmy, go find Simon Sutton to play for a bit," Jared Quinn started.
"Why is it always ?" Timmy shot back at his dad unhappily. He had clearly co here with lody; why did he have to go out alone?
"I asked Simon Sutton to order a model airplane from abroad for you. It can be disassembled, very realistic..."
"Alright, I’ll go." Timmy relented.
lody Thorne: "..."
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