"We'll see soon enough if it's a frame-up. Why so nervous?"
Owen maintained his calm, unhurried demeanor.
But the more Richard thought about it, the more terrified he became. His hands were trembling. In a panic, he made a bold decision.
"Honey, let's have Lawrence and Seraphina get married immediately."
"What? Are you insane? Seraphina is only nineteen. She's a college freshman. If they marry now, are we supposed to pay her tuition? Instead of her serving me, am I going to have to wait on her hand and foot?"
"Don't be so shortsighted! Do you think we care about tuition money right now? What if... what if..."
Richard shot a paranoid glance toward Owen, who was standing further away. "What if Lawrence's mess is exposed and he gets booted from the executive board? Do you really think the Quinn family will still marry their daughter to him? I'm telling you, while the old man is still breathing, we need to force this wedding through. Once it's a done deal, the Quinns will have no choice but to protect him."
"Are you worried the old man might pass away...? But... she's so young. Will the Quinns even agree to a binding union so soon?"
Despite her logical concerns, Jocelyn was still fundamentally reluctant to give up her control as the matriarch.
"We host the grand wedding ceremony now. They can quietly finalize the legal paperwork later," Richard finalized.
"In high society, the public ceremony is vastly more important than the marriage certificate. I'll have someone go to the Quinns right away to negotiate."
Lawrence chimed in. "Dad, don't send a proxy. I'll go to the Quinn estate myself. I'll tell them... I'll tell them we need to rush the wedding to bring good fortune and heal Grandfather."
Lawrence understood his father's scheme perfectly.
As long as he was legally bound to the Quinn empire, Owen would hesitate to strike. Even if the truth came out, Owen wouldn't dare kick him out of the Lance Group. The Lance Group had too many massive joint ventures with the Quinns; any instability would cause catastrophic losses for both sides.
"How soon do you plan to hold it?" Richard asked.
In some respects, his son was far more cunning than he was.
"Since it's meant to bring good luck to the sick, the faster the better. The day after tomorrow."

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