Shattered Vows: Call Me Auntie Now novel Chapter 46

Realizing his tone had been too harsh, Dante consciously softened his voice.

"I know you're still upset about what just happened. But it's just one office building. It's not like the Hayes family is short on real estate."

"Come with me later to check out our newly finished commercial district. You can pick whatever shop or office space you want."

Hearing this, Quinn just gave a small, cynical smile, her eyes full of sheer mockery.

"Dante."

"Do you honestly believe that money can fix absolutely everything?"

She lifted her chin, rejecting his offer completely and utterly.

"I don't give a damn about your real estate or your storefronts. I'll find my own office space."

She hadn't forgotten the humiliation of him using his power to rip her studio out from under her just moments ago.

It wasn't just about losing a building. It was about his casual, entitled disregard for her.

Dante stiffened.

Before he could say another word, Quinn continued, her voice freezing over:

"I was never angry about losing the office."

"I'm angry at how you take my hard work and casually use it as a toy to appease and compensate Vivienne, just because you think you can."

She looked up at him, her gaze entirely devoid of warmth, leaving only absolute apathy.

"Keep your property for yourself."

"I don't eat table scraps handed out as charity."

"Quinn," Dante narrowed his eyes. "Do you really have to draw such a hard line with me?"

Vivienne quickly chimed in, "Dante, I still want to go see Ms. Quincy for some advice on the competition. Come with me."

Dante nodded. "Wait outside. I still have things to say to Quinn."

Quinn glared at them coldly. "You both better leave right now. If you disrupt my team again, I'm calling the police."

The landlord slinked out of the room in embarrassment, and Dante, after a long look at Quinn, finally walked out with Vivienne.

She held up the bags, stuffed to the brim with high-end children's toys.

There were puzzle blocks, soft picture books, and little boys' favorites: remote-control cars and plush action figures.

Every single item was meticulously chosen from a luxury department store—none of it cheap, all of it hefty.

"You already bought him so much last time. Why did you buy more?"

Quinn gently scolded her.

Leo, who was building with blocks, looked up, his dark eyes instantly lighting up.

He trotted over on his little legs and called out sweetly, "Tara!"

Seeing the bags of brand-new toys, the little boy flushed red with joy. His small hands couldn't even hold everything she handed him.

He immediately turned around, cradling the mountain of toys like precious treasure, and waddled over to the man standing by the balcony.

Raymond leaned against the doorframe, his posture tall, his expression aloof.