Chapter 130: Chapter 130

Clara Quinn shrugged indifferently, which enraged Amanda Warren to the point of wanting to slap her. Her own daughter was truly as dense as could be.

"Why all the chatter? It’s about pleasing your grandmother now. Do you want all these things to end up back with Sienna Quinn later?" Amanda’s remark prompted Clara to look at the villa where she currently lived and everything she possessed, her eyes slowly narrowing.

The life and glory she possessed now were things Clara Quinn never dared to imagine before. But now, all of it was right in front of her, and it all belonged to her. Since it was already hers, she absolutely could not give it back to her.

Watching her slow-witted daughter finally come to understand, Amanda Warren sighed and said, "Now’s the time to please the old lady, don’t give Sienna any chance to turn things around, okay? My foolish daughter!"

Amanda did this all for her daughter.

Clara Quinn nodded with squinted eyes. The concerns that worried Amanda, Clara would absolutely not let happen. Since it was already her possession, she would never give it back.

When Sienna Quinn woke up in her bedroom that morning, she lay in bed for a long time before remembering that Landon Lawson was still asleep in the living room. Just as she was about to head out in her pajamas, she paused and hurried to her room’s bathroom.

Half a two-hour later, with a squeaky sound, Sienna Quinn’s door finally opened, and Evan Quinn, munching on his breakfast, cast his gaze at her.

His mouth paused on the bread, and his eyes were filled with shock.

"Mommy! What happened to you? Aren’t you usually looking disheveled when you come out?"

Sienna, right before him, was unexpectedly well-groomed, dressed in a clean and sharp professional outfit. Rarely did she wear makeup, but today she had on a faint touch of it.

With her meticulously styled hair, she looked competent and efficient.

"Nonsense, I always look ," Sienna rolled her eyes, scanning the room but not seeing any sign of Landon Lawson. She furrowed her brow slightly. Where did that man run off to?

"Stop looking! Daddy left early this morning!"

Evan immediately noticed what Sienna was thinking. He knew his mommy all too well, and how could he not know her little thoughts?

"Gone?" Sienna gasped, why did he suddenly leave? Could it be that something came up? He didn’t even have breakfast.

Being hit spot on by Evan’s words, her fair little face flushed instantly, her face reddening as she shouted at him, "What are you talking about? I’m not looking for Landon Lawson!"

"Alright, alright, you said you weren’t looking, so you’re not looking!"

Evan didn’t argue with her, but his indifferent attitude made it harder for Sienna to argue. Her reaction wasn’t really convincing.

Sienna sat down, staring at the breakfast in her hand with complicated feelings. She picked up the milk beside her, still warm - could this have been prepared by Landon Lawson?

Just as this thought crossed her mind, Evan saw right through her, "Don’t overthink, as you and daddy are both life amateurs! Of course I made this breakfast!"

When Evan said this, Sienna’s face couldn’t help but flush with embarrassment. She adjusted her chest guiltily, "You may say he’s a life amateur, I won’t argue that, but do I not know how to cook?"

"Mommy! Are you serious?" Evan arched his attractive brows, looking at her with questioning eyes.

That pure, clear gaze made Sienna incredibly self-conscious.

Cooking was something Sienna began learning after arriving in France, and she picked up academic subjects quickly, but she was utterly clueless in cooking.

Especially after Evan came along, despite trying many times, she finally chose to give up.

Once, she gathered tremendous courage to say she would cook for Evan. To this day, he remembers it vividly; it was his third birthday when Sienna suddenly decided to personally cook.

That day, Uncle Felix Orwell and the others were present, and everyone was outside in the living room singing Happy Birthday to Evan.

Then came a loud boom from the kitchen, startling everyone into shivers!

In the end, it turned out that Sienna’s soup exploded, splattering the kitchen in a mess. Felix Orwell had to smooth things over, laughing and saying they should all go out for a feast.

Since then, Evan hardly let Sienna into the kitchen. Cooking noodles was doable, but trying to cook a meal was definitely off-limits.

From that moment on, Evan finally had enough of takeout and began learning to cook by himself. While his cuisine couldn’t be called exquisite, it was much better than Sienna’s.

Looking at those questioning eyes, Sienna bit into the bread in her hand, truly out of her depth when it came to cooking. But whose talent did Evan inherit? It definitely couldn’t be Landon Lawson. As the young master of the Lawson Family, he was pampered since childhood; how could he possibly cook?

"Daddy came over? Is it because he missed you, mommy?" While Sienna was pondering whose cooking genes Evan might have inherited, his playful voice suddenly rang in her ear. She turned to look at his little face, so close, and instinctively moved back.

Just for a moment, she had mistaken Evan’s face for Landon Lawson’s! Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel✶fire.net

Crazy, she must be crazy! Otherwise, how could everything seem to look like Landon Lawson?

Just that moment of losing composure made Sienna feel uneasy; she rotated her eye, speaking harshly yet timidly, "How dare you! Did you give him the password to our door?"

Evan was stunned, "Umm..."

Seeing Evan’s silent demeanor, Sienna knew she guessed correctly. It was indeed her beloved son who did this trickery. Apart from him, there would be no second person capable of giving Landon Lawson the password.

Evan lowered his head guiltily and started eating breakfast. No matter what Sienna asked afterward, Evan refused to speak another word.

Just arriving at the office, Landon Lawson sneezed loudly, gently rubbing his nose.

Nolan Shaw stood by, seeing the President’s reddened nose, and worriedly asked, "President Lawson, are you catching a cold?"

Landon Lawson waved his hand, handing a photograph to Nolan Shaw: "Check among the others for me. Also, resolve Vera’s filming issues. Lately, because of my matters with Sienna, her work has been progressing poorly."

Landon Lawson returned early this morning just to address yesterday’s issues, ensuring nobody around him would be negatively impacted due to him.

Nolan Shaw, holding the photo in his hand, frowned tightly, seemingly deep in thought.

"This person seems like a nouveau riche from some time ago, rumored to have received a significant amount of land compensation money."

Landon Lawson raised an eyebrow; it really was exactly the type of nouveau riche he suspected.