When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

Summer’s decision to procure the wine company in Q City was a last-minute idea, and not many knew about it. Yet, Quince had somehow managed to figure out her plan and even got here before us. He was obviously not a simple-minded man.

“You must be Ms. Stovall.” The manager got up at once and greeted Summer, mistaking me for her secretary. “I’ve heard that you’re young, but you’re way younger than I imagined. So young, yet so promising! Come in and have a seat.”

Summer shot me a glance, waiting for me to speak.

However, before I could do so, Quince’s broken Chanaean sounded. “Isn’t there a Chanaean saying that goes, ‘keep calm and take things as they come’? Or are you still afraid, Stovall?”

Hearing that, Summer immediately took my hand and led me to our seats with large, confident strides. Maintaining a calm composure, she addressed the room with a smile, revealing not the slightest hint of fear or doubt.

The manager seemed especially excited to collaborate with Fuller Corporation. “It’s our honor to collaborate with you, Ms. Stovall, and yet you came over here to meet us in person. You’re much too kind and sincere. Besides, Mr. Quince and I hit it off right away as well. With the three of us working together in the future, we’re definitely going to create a whole new empire in the wine industry, and Luscious Wines can see themselves out!”

He was obviously already a little inebriated, but his words were still making sense.

From the looks of it, Quince had stood in as a collaborator of Fuller Corporation and reached a verbal agreement with the manager about a future three-way collaboration before we arrived.

word about procuring the wine company represented by the manager. Not only did our intention to settle

meeting ended. Quince walked us to the door and asked to speak to me privately when

you get back and have him sign the contract with us as soon as possible. Don’t spoil

than me, he gazed up at me with his eyes rolled up. It was indeed a

must have been a misunderstanding. We’ve never been collaborators, and I’m hardly one to dictate Ashton’s

shook his head as I spoke as if he was running out of patience. “No, this is nonsense. There’s been a

to walk away but doubled back only after a few steps. “Don’t mind me giving you a little trouble

that, he turned and strode

comical figure leave, I could not help the smirk that crept onto my

man had no idea about the amount of trouble I had dealt with

empty-handed. Spotting Ashton waiting to pick us up at the arrival gates, we could only manage a

Q City’s wine company for now. If Quince thought of Q City as well, then we can assume he has informants