Chapter 421 Stock Market Recovery
The freckled maid stayed quiet, just watching Lauren with an unreadable look.
Lauren gave up on the idea of freshening up and lay back down on the bed, closing her eyes.
Darkness surrounded her, and she couldn't help but wonder.
If she hadn't met Quentin back then, would things be different now?
From their first meeting to falling in love to where they were now.
She had gone through so many unexpected events, enough to make her want to give up on this relationship, to give up on Quentin.
But time and again, he would reclaim her heart, making it his own.
He was always so domineering, in a way that brought comfort, but also pain.
Thinking of this, Lauren bit her lower lip, and tears began to flow uncontrollably, soaking the sheets and blankets like rain, cleansing her world over and over again.
Yet, the scars left by Quentin remained.
Quentin sneezed as he arrived at the office. He glanced at the air conditioner and adjusted the temperature.
"Quentin! Have you seen today's stock market?" Noah rushed in.
"No, what's up?"
Quentin opened his computer, but there were no urgent emails. It shouldn't be a complete crash, and there hadn't been any news that could shake Robinson Conglomerate's stock market recently.
"Our stock market has recovered!"
Noah looked thrilled, his dark circles heavy, indicating he had been working overtime for a long time.
Quentin frowned.
If he remembered correctly, before he took Odette to the bar last night, the stock market was still ten points away from its previous high. How could it have risen so much overnight?
There hadn't been any events that could cause Robinson Conglomerate's stock to surge significantly, so something was off.
"Quentin, you don't seem happy," Noah remarked, puzzled.
"No reason." Quentin suddenly uttered four words, and seeing Noah's confused look, he explained.
"Given Robinson Conglomerate's current situation, there's no reason for such a quick recovery."
Someone must have done something.
Who? And for what purpose?
"What do you mean, no reason?" Gregory walked in.
"Robinson Conglomerate is wealthy. Recovering to its former glory is just a matter of days."
"What do you mean, Gregory?" Noah asked before Quentin could speak.
"Exactly what I said. What? Mr. Martin has no confidence in Robinson Conglomerate?" Gregory turned his gaze to Noah, his eyes flashing with something Noah couldn't decipher.
"Of course not," Quentin answered for Noah, his gaze sharp, as if trying to pierce through Gregory.
"But I want to know what tricks you played to shake Robinson Conglomerate's stock market."
"Why ask? Can't you see I'm helping you?" Gregory smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
Helping him?
Quentin scoffed.
The only person Gregory would ever help was himself.
Even if Gregory was helping him now, the next step could very well plunge Robinson Conglomerate's stock into a crisis.
Quentin remained silent, and Noah didn't dare say much. He didn't understand the war between them and didn't want to intervene recklessly.
The three of them fell into a staring contest, each waiting for the other to speak.
"Alright, Robinson Conglomerate's stock market recovery has nothing to do with me," Gregory said.
Of course, it had nothing to do with him. If he had that ability, he would have taken back the Cloud Group long ago.
"I just came to tell you, Quentin, stop targeting me. Do you think I don't know what you've been up to?"
"Same to you," Quentin replied, skeptical of Gregory's first statement but aware of what he meant by the second.
"Gregory, do you think I don't know what you've done and who you've used?"
Odette had spilled everything last night.
"You think you can threaten me?" Gregory squinted, not buying Quentin's words.
It was just a bluff. If Quentin had something, why hadn't he submitted it to the court to have Gregory locked up?
"Do you think Odette is someone who keeps secrets?" Quentin shot back.
He had hinted enough. He hoped Gregory would back off and stop wasting his breath.
Gregory gritted his teeth. He shouldn't have chosen someone as foolish and infatuated as Odette as a teammate.
"Mr. Robinson, don't forget, Kimberly and Matthew are all in my hands."
"Mr. Walker, don't forget, if I want to ruin you, it only takes ten minutes."
Quentin was unfazed by Gregory's threat. He had already sent people to secretly investigate Kimberly and Matthew's whereabouts. Finding them was just a matter of time.
Time was something Quentin had plenty of.
Anger flashed in Gregory's eyes.
He couldn't take down Quentin, but he could find other ways to torment him.
For example, using Lauren.
"While I have patience, you'd better get lost."
Quentin said, looking at Gregory as if he were an ant on the ground.
To him, Gregory's threats were less than an ant.
After Gregory left in defeat, Noah scratched his face and said.
"Robinson Conglomerate's stock market recovery is thanks to the Hall family."
"Sophia?" Quentin frowned. He had accepted Sophia's help once again.
"Yeah, Sophia wanted to keep it from you, but I thought you'd be suspicious, so I told you straight up," Noah said.
He didn't tell Quentin how long he had begged Sophia before she agreed to help.
Quentin hadn't had time to express his gratitude when the freckled maid from Robinson Family Villa called.
"Mr. Robinson! Since you left, Miss Walker hasn't eaten or drunk anything. I don't know how much longer she can hold on!" The maid's voice sounded tearful.
Quentin frowned, feeling a pang of heartache.
"Take good care of her. I'll be there soon," Quentin said.
With Robinson Conglomerate's stock market recovered, he didn't need to worry too much about work. He could leave it to Noah and the others.
He felt he needed to explain things to Lauren. If she continued to refuse food and drink, her health would deteriorate, and he wouldn't have time to take care of her properly.
"Quentin, are you and Lauren okay?" Noah asked.
"We're fine," Quentin replied.
Things were bad now, but they would get better.
With that thought, Quentin returned to Robinson Family Villa.
Lauren had slept enough and was downstairs eating a cold breakfast prepared by the freckled maid.
The maids in the dining room whispered behind her back, their words unfriendly.
This reminded Lauren of her days in the upper villa.
Back then, the maids gossiped about her behind her back, leaving her helpless.
She had gone from anger to helplessness to indifference and finally to ignoring it.
All in just a few months.
Lauren was grateful she had trained herself; otherwise, she would need more time to adapt to these harsh words.
The cold food was hard to swallow, but Lauren forced it down.
After all, it was made by the only maid who was somewhat kind to her, and she didn't want to trouble anyone else.
As she ate, the voices behind her seemed to disappear.
Finally, they were gone.
Lauren sighed in relief, but before she could relax, a familiar male voice sounded behind her.
"Is this all you're having for breakfast?"
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