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

at least several million. Many men struggle for

might not earn

Emmanuel, but everyone

men, Emmanuel was included!

he hadn’t had the luck to catch Terence’s eye, how would he have

marry into

coldly, her

had never

now, an outsider was

didn’t deserve it.

rich overnight

the master villa left by

to share a house with

ever-present smile, pretending

Stephanie’s words. He

expressions either.

the tension, his expression carrying

Aunt Stephanie, thank you for your kindness,

made plans to move

“What?!”

hearing Emmanuel’s response, all the women

shocked.

Hannah even trembled.

playing

see how he manages to

“Oh, why is that?”

that Emmanuel would refuse

Mackenzie, more such instances would follow, and they would have a baby

raised within the Quillen residence. After all, the

discussed this plan with Emmanuel

thinking, and he couldn’t think of any

refuse.

all, who could resist the allure of

be against the customs of

maintained a wry smile, his

for your gesture in arranging a room for me here,