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 things quickly not work out, but we ended up also feeling intensely humiliated by

up once the meeting ended. Quince walked us

Stovall. Talk to Fuller when you get back and have him sign the contract with us as soon as possible. Don’t spoil things for

at me with his eyes rolled up.

a misunderstanding. We’ve never been collaborators,

is nonsense. There’s been a bond between us ever since I bought that painting of yours. So don’t even think

away but doubled back only after a few steps. “Don’t

that, he turned and strode

could not help the smirk that

trouble I had dealt with in

pick us up at the arrival gates, we

“We’ll probably have to abort our plan of procuring Q City’s wine company for now. If Quince thought of Q City as