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Chapter 1232

Chapter 1232

"Who told you to go off on your own without me? Do you dare try that again next time?" Lydia playfully scolded.

Quincy could only chuckle in resignation. He glanced at her stomach, thinking, "Well, | definitely won't be taking

any chances now." Lydia had bechis top priority, and he knew he had to be extra careful from now on.

The two of them understood the situation perfectly, but from Mr. Fay's perspective, it looked quite different. His

daughter had just run into Quincy's arms without a second thought.

"Lydia, get up! Look at yourself!" Mr. Fay's angry voice cut through the air, jolting Lydia back to reality. She

immediately remembered her father was watching and quickly pulled away from Quincy.

"Dad..."

"Whenever | ask you to cto the company, you always find excuses. But when it's to bring Quincy here,

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you're here in no time," Mr. Fay said coldly.

Lydia was at a loss for words.

Mr. Fay let out a heavy sigh, clearly displeased with Quincy, but he couldn't go back on what he had promised. "I

know someone who's looking to subcontract a plot of land for an office building. It's a big project with decent

profit potential. If you're interested, cback in two days and I'll introduce you to them."

Quincy glanced at Lydia, who looked guilty and avoided meeting his eyes, and instantly understood what was

going on. He frowned slightly.

Quincy wasn't one to accept help from others. He knew that favors often cwith strings attached, and people

offering help usually expected something in return later on. But this was Lydia's father, and it wasn't as if Mr. Fay

had any reason to cause trouble for him. After a moment of hesitation, Quincy nodded in agreement.

As they were leaving, Mr. Fay was tempted to keep Lydia at home. He wasn't fond of seeing her constantly by

Quincy's side. But even he could sense the bond between them was strong, and after thinking it over, he decided

not to push it.

Later, as they sat in Quincy's car parked in the underground lot, Quincy turned to Lydia. "So, when exactly did

you get your dad to agree to this deal?"

Lydia shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat, fidgeting with her hands and squirming in her seat. She truly

felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. "It wasn't exactly planned."

Seeing the look Quincy gave her, she quickly clarified, "It wasn't me. My dad offered this himself. Everything

today, the meeting and the offer to help, it was all his idea."

Quincy's eyes flashed with surprise. He hadn't expected that. Given how much Mr. Fay seemed to dislike him,

Quincy had assumed the man would avoid offering any help.

"No one offers help for free," Quincy thought, instinctively suspicious. But when he looked at Lydia's bright and

innocent face, he hesitated, deciding not to voice his concerns.

And so, it was settled. Two days

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later, Quincy would travel with Mr. Fay to a neighboring city. The trip was mainly to meet with the potential

partner Mr. Fay had mentioned and to inspect the land. If it turned out to be profitable, Quincy planned to pursue

the deat.

This time, Lydia didn't insist on going with him. She knew it wasn't a leisure trip, and Quincy was heading out for

work.

Plus, with her frequent bouts of

morning sickness, she worried that

traveling would only make her feel worse. The bigger concern, though, was the chance her father might

notice something was off. If he found out about the pregnancy, it would be a disaster.

Two days later, Quincy boarded a flight to Salt City, the neighboring city.

That evening, after checking into the hotel, he met with Mr. Fay's contact. He was a refined, scholarly-looking

middle-aged man dressed in a vintage suit, exuding a quiet elegance. "Mr. Fay, may | ask who this gentleman

is?" the man inquired politely, his eyes shifting to Quincy.