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

might not

but everyone knew

men, Emmanuel was included!

to catch

to marry into

coldly, her face

had never had the privilege

the residence. Yet now, an outsider

didn’t deserve it.

man who became rich overnight

or maybe even the master villa

he want to

smile, pretending

implication of Stephanie’s words. He didn’t

expressions either.

voice broke through the

bitterness. “Grandpa, Aunt Stephanie, thank you for

move

“What?!”

Emmanuel’s response, all the women

shocked.

Hannah even trembled.

playing hard to

see how he manages to maintain

“Oh, why is that?”

that Emmanuel would refuse

that after Emmanuel’s first night with Mackenzie, more such instances would follow,

where his great-grandchild would be born and raised within the Quillen residence. After all, the vast empire of

hadn’t discussed this plan with Emmanuel yet.

he couldn’t think of

refuse.

could resist the allure of

wouldn’t that be against the

a wry smile, his words measured and

arranging