Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 735

“This…”

“Is it finally time for an adult male to enter the Quillen family?”

“Yeah, it kind of feels like it…”

The women looked at each other. They were on the brink of speaking, yet

their words remained hesitant and incomplete.

In the Quillen family, Terence’s authority was unquestioned, and Mackenzie

stood as the successor of the family. Both of them were on Emmanuel’s side.

Although some of the women didn’t agree with what Terence did, they dared

not voice them openly.

Hannah was no exception. She knew her place better than anyone else. Her

actions in the Quillen family had to be appropriate, or she would end up like

Felicity.

That woman had taken the wrong stance. As a result, although she was the

wife of the second-generation successor, she lost all her power in the Quillen

family.

Mackenzie remained silent, knowing that every word she spoke could

determine the course of events.

“Emmanuel, I suggest you choose the largest house later.”

Finally, Stephanie spoke with a meaningful smile. “Each house in the Quillen

several million. Many men

and might not earn as

everyone knew that

men, Emmanuel was included!

catch Terence’s

marry into

her face

daughter, she had never had the

an outsider was treated better than

didn’t deserve it.

man who became rich

even the master villa

to share a house

his ever-present smile, pretending not

Stephanie’s words. He didn’t look at

expressions either.

voice broke through the tension, his

“Grandpa, Aunt Stephanie, thank you for your kindness,

to move into the Quillen

“What?!”

response, all the women in the

shocked.

Hannah even trembled.

he playing hard

see how he manages

“Oh, why is that?”

also surprised that Emmanuel would refuse

Emmanuel’s first night with Mackenzie, more such instances would follow, and they would have

raised within the Quillen residence. After all, the

hadn’t discussed this plan with Emmanuel

thinking, and he couldn’t think

refuse.

could resist the allure of

that be against the

a wry smile, his words measured

gesture in arranging a room for