Chapter 305 No More Love!
Henry took a deep breath and smiled, "That's perfect. I'm hosting a birthday party on the yacht. You and Abigail can come along. Isn't that like a vacation?"
Gregory pondered. "You might have a point."
Henry felt more hopeful and continued to persuade, "Absolutely, Gregory. As long as you agree to lend me the yacht for a few days, I promise you and Abigail can have a worry-free vacation."
Unexpectedly, Gregory sneered, "In your dreams."
Henry fell silent.
In the end, Henry left Gregory's office feeling dejected, his spirits completely deflated.
Watching the door close, Gregory shook his head helplessly.
He thought for a moment, then took out his phone and sent Henry a message: [The one you want is not available, but I can give you another one.]
Henry had just reached downstairs and was about to drive back to the office when he received the message. He was so excited that he almost jumped in the car.
But in his excitement, he hit his head on the car roof.
He gasped in pain, clutching his forehead, but the pain couldn't overshadow his excitement.
He clenched his fist and quickly typed on his phone: [Thanks, Gregory. I knew you cared about me!]
But after sending the message, Henry realized he had sent it to the group chat.
Just as he was about to retract it, Quinn's message popped up: [What are you two up to behind my back?]
Henry proudly raised his chin and quickly typed: [Quinn, Gregory agreed to lend me the yacht for my birthday party. You didn't get this treatment for your birthday.]
Far away in Aerilon, Quinn couldn't help but shake his head with a smile and didn't reply.
Henry assumed it was jealousy, happily turned off his phone, and hummed a tune as he drove back to the office.
What he didn't know was that the silence actually meant, "I don't want to talk to childish people."
Gregory also saw the message and, for once, asked in the group chat: [Quinn, when are you coming back?]
Quinn: [In a few days. Mr. Darwin Worthington is quite ill.]
Ironically, no one in the Worthington family truly cared about Darwin's life or death. Some even hoped he would pass away soon.
They were more concerned about how much inheritance they would ultimately receive.
Thinking about this, Quinn's lips curled into a mocking smile—how ridiculous.
However, recalling the people he had seen in Aerilon, a complex look flashed in Quinn's downcast eyes.
After a long silence, he opened his contacts and dialed Gregory's number.
The call was quickly answered, and Gregory's deep, magnetic voice came through, "Having trouble?"
He knew Quinn's character well. If it wasn't something serious, Quinn would never call him.
Quinn pressed his lips together and said nothing.
Gregory raised an eyebrow, even more puzzled. "What's going on? Do you need my help?"
Quinn spoke up. "Gregory, you and Abigail's mother, Michelle, have a good relationship, right?"
Gregory clearly didn't expect this question.
He tugged at his tie, leaned back in his chair, and lightly tapped the armrest with his well-defined fingers, deep in thought.
"Sort of, but I was quite young back then. My mom had a great relationship with her," Gregory said.
Despite the age difference, they got along very well.
After a pause, he looked puzzled and asked, "Why are you asking this?"
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