Novel Square
Chapter 1429
Chapter 1429 Fabian and Reuben Making Up
"I can't do that." Wynter glanced at Dalton beside her. Her expression was calm as she continued, "Mr. Blaise, I have my own reasons for certain decisions. You should focus on running the factory. If anything happens, the Whitman family will back you."
Orson didn't quite understand what the younger generation was thinking. But since she said so, he didn't interfere further.
With a long sigh, he hung up the phone. Later, through Reuben, he transferred over five million dollars to Wynter.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.
This time, Wynter didn't refuse Orson's generosity. She texted Orson, "Mr. Blaise, I've accepted the money. I will consider it your investment."
Orson wasn't really intending to invest. He simply wanted to lend her a hand in case Wynter was betrayed by her family. After all, he knew better than anyone how his factory had survived.
Meanwhile, the news about the land dispute was spreading like wildfire.
The Quaint Villa remained unchanged other than the fact that everything was now managed by trusted employees.
Marie was brewing tea. Her movements radiated her serene yet classy beauty.
Reuben sat opposite her as he held a business book. "Are you not worried about what Wynter is doing?" he asked his daughter.
Marie gently poured out the water used for rinsing the tea as she chuckled. "Dad, I'm no longer young.
"Also, you would've already stepped in if something really happened to Wynter. The fact that you haven't means you're at least confident that she can handle it."
Marie's eyes shone with pride as she continued, "Besides, there's nothing Wynter can't achieve. That child was born for the business world, and everything she does has a purpose. It's just that others haven't figured out yet."
Reuben burst into hearty laughter. "What a sharp observation. It's just the both of us today, so I'll admit it. Even though I have faith in Wynter, I don't entirely know what that girl's ultimate goal is, either."
"Is that why you gave the Quinnell family a call?" Marie chuckled lightly as she poured the tea into teacups.
Reuben suddenly felt awkward as he cleared his throat. "I just wanted to learn more about my granddaughter. After all these years, Mr. Quinnell Senior seems to know everything."
"Have you two made up?" Marie asked tentatively.
Reuben shook his head as he stroked his beard. "That old-timer only knows how to make money. He's impossible to talk to."
"You used to say that all the time. But you still liked consulting Mr. Fabian whenever something came up, "Marie said as she blew the tea she was holding. "That's nice."
Reuben refused to admit that. "What's so nice about this? He's already that old but still comes to me and pulls childish tricks. He told me to just wait and that I'll see in time, so there's no need to rush.
"Then he brags about how much profit Wynter brought to the Quinnell family while she was with them, saying none of those old crooks dare to make a move now.
"And when I asked for a photo of her at work, he wouldn't even send one! Does that sound like he's trying to make amends with me?"
People would become different from their usual self when they met their good friends.
Reuben, who was always a well-read man with refined manners and maintained an air of scholarly grace, now seemed to be venting like he did in his younger days.
Marie couldn't help but feel a bit of joy. She blinked as she tried to suppress her emotions, though her voice still carried a slight rasp.
"Dad, I haven't seen you like this in a long time. Back then, you and Mr. Fabian... it was all because of me, and because of Mom..."
Reuben froze for a moment upon hearing this, then immediately responded, "It has nothing to do with you. It was all because the Quinnell family didn't raise their son properly. Fabian admitted as much himself and had apologized to me multiple times for that.
"As for Shane, that scoundrel is behind bars now. If he weren't, I'd risk my old life to go settle things with the Quinnell family myself!"