Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 811

Chapter 811 I’ll Take You to See Finnley

There was a study with two doors in the west corner of the villa. Bodyguards were guarding the door.

For an influential family, a study was an important place. Usually, outsiders were forbidden to enter as there were laptops and confidential documents in the study.

Racks of philosophy and economy books filled the room. Some seemed profound and needed the reader to have a particular knowledge base.

Finnley and Albert watched the backyard view in front of the French window.

On a table behind them was a pot of black tea, spreading a fragrance in the air.

Silence blanketed the study.

"I know what you mean, Dad," Finnley drawled, "I also understand how you feel. You are still too young to retire. I can take your company over in a few years."

Albert had been there, so he instantly figured out what was in Finnley's mind. "For her, right?"

"Right." Finnley didn't deny it. "I like her. We've just started dating. If I come home to inherit your company, I'm afraid she can't stand the long-distance relationship. Neither can I."

"If I agree to let you marry her and give you a few more years, will you quit the Marsh Group?"

"I will," Finnley answered without hesitation. Looking at his father, Finnley found more wrinkles on his face than before. "Dad, I'm the only son of our family. I know my responsibilities clearly."

His answer sent Albert into relief.

"If you like her, you must treasure her." A gentle smile touched Albert's lips. He patted Finnley's shoulder and added, "Don't act stupid in your first love. Once you missed her, you would regret it for the rest of your life."

Upon hearing his words, Finnley seemed to understand some bygones in his eyes.

The huge cloakroom, Russell's Villa.

Sitting in front of the mirror, Mya checked on herself. She had to admit Claire was an expert in styling as she was stunned by herself.

Nothing seemed to be exaggerating, but Mya liked her look very much.

"Done!" Claire put down the eyebrow pencil, planted her hands on her hips, and stared at the pretty girl in the mirror. "How do you like it?"