Restoring a Life After Seven Years of Wrong Love novel Chapter 40

The middle-aged man wore a high-quality dark suit and rimless glasses, exuding a cultured, sophisticated aura.

Rhonda Yarrow was dressed in an expensive white designer suit, her hair elegantly pinned up, dripping with priceless jewelry. She looked every bit the wealthy socialite.

Charlotte nodded in understanding, her gaze turning openly hostile.

Hearing Yvette's introduction, Quentin scolded her sharply. "Watch your mouth! Rhonda is your elder."

"I'm speaking English. Are you deaf because you're old, or are you just stupid?"

Yvette had absolutely zero patience for Quentin.

Her mother had inherited all of her grandparents' best traits, showing incredible artistic talent from a young age.

But she had awful taste in men.

She met Quentin while traveling. At the time, he was nothing but a poor nobody.

Yet Winifred fell hopelessly in love with him at first sight, and they were quickly swept up in a romance.

In the beginning, Quentin treated her like royalty, terrified of letting her get even a scratch.

The Yeats family approved of him purely because of how well he treated Winifred, and they were happily married.

With the Yeats family's backing, Quentin quickly established a foothold in the business world and built an empire.

But he was nothing but a treacherous snake.

When Yvette was three, Winifred discovered Quentin was cheating—and that he had a daughter, Willow, who was only a year younger than Yvette.

Winifred filed for divorce, only to realize her massive dowry had almost entirely vanished.

Quentin had secretly transferred all her assets.

Quentin quickly stepped forward to block her.

If she actually got in an ambulance and faked an injury, the media would have a field day, and it would be a PR nightmare for the Huxley Group.

"Let's not overreact, we're all family here. Why make this ugly?" Quentin's tone softened slightly. "If I do well, you'll be taken care of, won't you?"

Her forehead was throbbing with pain. If Quentin actually cared about her as a daughter, how could he completely ignore her bleeding injury?

He was just trying to play the family card to manipulate her.

"Is that so?" Yvette smirked mockingly. "Then transfer ten percent of the Huxley Group shares to me."

Quentin's face darkened for a split second before returning to normal. "Don't worry, you'll get every penny you deserve. But you don't understand business. Let me hold onto it for you for now."

"Were you a baker in your past life? Because you're really good at serving up half-baked promises," Charlotte mocked with a cold laugh.