Simon's face softened instantly, a smile playing on his lips. "That's just how Quinn is. She's got a lot of pull in the company."
Some folks even said Quinn's skills were right up there with Johnny's.
Colton grabbed a glass of wine and asked cautiously, "Who were you talking to on the phone just now?"
"My aunt. She's such a headache."
"Is she asking for money again? It's been a while since she hit you up."
"Yeah, Clara used to deal with those annoying things."
Mentioning Clara soured his mood again. She had the nerve to block him. Even if she came crawling back, he wouldn't give her a second look.
He got up and decided to pay the Bradford estate a visit. When he got there, he saw Ryan sprawled on the sofa, his long legs crossed. He was giving orders as usual. "Clara, make me a juice."
Naomi snorted, "Clara? She doesn't even acknowledge you anymore."
Ryan's fingers paused on his phone. It suddenlt came to him that Clara hadn't been around for days. "Mom, it's just a habit. She'll come back eventually."
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