Chapter 175: Chapter 175

"Let Ethan come pick you up?"

"Ethan is already off work at this time."

"President Sterling, as you can see, this place is so small, there’s no room for you."

"No need for a room, this is fine." Conrad Sterling patted the sofa.

With such a large Sterling Residence to go back to, insisting on staying here and squeezing onto the sofa, Anna Thornton really couldn’t understand why he was torturing himself.

Not just Anna Thornton, even Conrad Sterling himself couldn’t understand.

He only knew that once he got here, he didn’t want to leave.

The Sterling Residence is so big, but lately every night when he goes back it feels terribly empty.

Even Granny Chandler and the other servants say that ever since Pop and Anna Thornton moved out, there hasn’t been much to do each day.

Before, when Anna Thornton just moved in, Conrad Sterling found her noisy, found her lack of manners for coming and going into his bedroom and study so freely.

But now, Conrad Sterling often finds himself glancing at the study door instinctively while working at night.

No children’s ’da-da’ footsteps running around the corridor, no disruptions from Anna Thornton, no scattered messes for him to clean up every few days, Conrad Sterling instead thinks the Sterling Residence is too quiet.

Too much silence isn’t good; it can easily cause insomnia.

So, lately every night Conrad Sterling would find Henry Willow to drink.

But today, Henry Willow sent a photo of himself in bed early, the photo clearly showing a woman’s hand, risking being chased by Sarah Grant to announce — he’s not free to drink tonight.

Conrad Sterling didn’t want to go home either, so he simply decided to make do here for the night.

After all, it’s closer to the company from here than from the Sterling Residence.

So, Conrad Sterling stayed over at Anna Thornton’s place.

He just slept in the living room; thankfully, it was summer.

Anna Thornton handed him an air conditioning blanket; the man lying on the sofa couldn’t stretch his whole body.

Looking uncomfortable as he was, Anna Thornton didn’t mention that if she squeezed with Pop, she could free up a bed for him.

It was his choice not to stay in his big villa, insisting on making do here with them.

Still lying to himself and finding excuses like not being able to drive drunk? Anna Thornton just quietly watched to see how long he could keep going!

"You can sleep if you want, but don’t wander around at night. Besides you, everyone here is a woman, President Sterling; staying over will make people very uneasy," Anna Thornton reminded him.

"Do you think I would do anything to Mary or Auntie Walters?" Conrad Sterling countered.

"Who knows? Drunk people, last time you almost forcibly kissed me."

Anna Thornton took her script and went back to her bedroom to read, sticking her tongue out at him before closing the door.

Conrad Sterling: "..."

Watching the woman’s bedroom door close tightly, only a small piece of light shining from underneath.

Conrad Sterling lay on the sofa, actually unable to fall asleep.

He got up planning to pull open the living room curtains, accidentally stepping on a little duck toy on the floor.

The plastic duck made a ’quack’, and Conrad Sterling hurriedly turned around to look at Anna Thornton and Pop’s room.

The bedroom light was off, even the small stream of warm yellow light from beneath the door was gone.

The man groped his way to the dining room where they had dinner earlier, pouring himself a cup of cheap red wine.

Consider it, a bit of consolation on this sleepless night.

Early the next morning—

Anna Thornton got up and noticed Conrad Sterling was gone.

The air conditioning blanket covering the sofa, where the man had laid, was folded neatly, with a yellow plastic duck placed on top.

Additionally, the 99-dollar bottle of red wine Anna Thornton bought at the supermarket was now just an empty bottle.

"That bastard, didn’t he say he wouldn’t drive drunk?"

The filming for the next period went quite smoothly.

Conrad Sterling was noticeably less frequent coming next door to show off his affection with Marilyn Ford, and Finn Grant hadn’t appeared to make trouble either.

It seemed that Anna Thornton having a daughter with Conrad Sterling was quite a huge blow to Young Master Grant.

A rare moment of peace, the filming progress of Anna Thornton’s crew accelerated intensely.

Since they were all skilled actors, the filming tasks weren’t difficult.

If there was any challenge, it was regarding the funds.

However, seeing how Anna Thornton’s investment of ten million was spent like running water, with no sign of investors putting money in, Mary couldn’t help but go find Quinn Locke again.

"Director Lucas, is the investor’s money coming or not? When will it arrive?"

"It is, it is! It should be coming soon, previously they told me it would be this month."

"But now it’s already the end of the month, don’t give me vague answers! I want a definite answer! Is there any money or not? If not, I..."

Mary shook her fist at Quinn Locke, then finding the threat of her fist not enough, immediately changed to a more powerful posture.

Anna’s money was all invested and spent; if it all goes down the drain, Mary would really kill someone!

"Miss Mary, please don’t worry." Quinn Locke, thinking of the fear of being beaten by Mary last time, instinctively protected the back of his head, explaining, "I’ll definitely go and ask the investors during everyone’s lunch break today."

"I want to go with you."

Therefore, Mary followed Quinn Locke to meet the two investors he had negotiated with before.

But as luck would have it, none of them are here!

Mary’s fists were clenched so tightly they were making cracking sounds, and Quinn wiped the sweat from his brow.

"So what’s the situation now? Are you messing with us, or did they mess with you? Didn’t you say you could definitely get the money?"

"I, I promised Miss Anna, she’s already invested, I absolutely won’t let her take a loss. Don’t worry, I’ll go find someone, and he will definitely get us the money!"

As he spoke, Quinn seemed to have made a big decision.

He took Mary with him to another address to find someone.

This time, they arrived at Willow Group.

Mary glanced at the company building’s sign, puzzled: "Isn’t this the company of Anna and President Sterling’s friend, Henry Willow’s family?"

Quinn nodded, leading Mary to the Willow Group’s reception desk: "Hello, I’d like to meet with President Willow."

Receptionist: "President Willow? Which President Willow are you looking for?"

Quinn: "The big boss of your company, Miles Willow!"

Upon hearing this, both the receptionist and Mary looked at him as if he were crazy.

"Miles Willow? Isn’t that Henry’s dad? How could such a big company owner have time to see you?" Mary secretly tugged at Quinn’s arm, "If you said you wanted to see Henry, I could ask Anna to help set it up, why come here directly?"

It was so embarrassing that even the receptionist, after sizing them up, rolled her eyes at Quinn: "Our President Willow is very busy."

Quinn sighed, took out his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and took a deep breath before dialing the number.

Once the call connected, he said directly, "Dad, I want to see you."

"Yes, right now, I’m already downstairs at the company."

Not long after Quinn made this call, the receptionist’s phone rang.

Mary witnessed the receptionist answer the call respectfully, her expression changing to one of obsequiousness at a speed visible to the naked eye: "Are you here to see President Willow? Please, follow me to the VIP reception room to wait for a moment."

Quinn took a step to follow but turned back when he saw Mary still stunned and pulled her along: "Let’s go."

Inside Willow Group, Mary instinctively straightened her back, trying not to appear like someone who’s never seen the world.

Once in the elevator, she couldn’t help but glance at Quinn beside her.

Strange, this guy was such a bumpkin last time at Dynasty Entertainment, yet he seemed unexpectedly composed today.

In the VIP lounge, the receptionist handed them over to a secretary.

"Are these the two here to see President Willow? The CEO has instructed me to entertain you while he’s in a meeting; please follow me."

The secretary poured a cup of coffee each for Mary and Quinn, and offered them some desserts.

Mary took a sip, unable to help but marvel: "As expected of a big company, even the coffee tastes so rich."

"By the way, why did they let us up here right after you called your dad?" Mary asked Quinn, "Could it be your dad works at this company?"

Quinn neither drank the coffee nor ate anything, his hands resting tentatively on his lap, nodded: "Yes."

"What does he do? Is he a technician? Or in security?"

Before Quinn could answer, the secretary at the door suddenly exclaimed, "President Willow!"

Soon, a middle-aged man walked into the VIP room.

This was none other than the president of Willow Group, one of the four prominent families of Aethelgard, and Henry Willow’s father!

Mary had previously read about the four families, and the one she remembered the most was Miles Willow because he was known as the most handsome of the older generation of these families.

It’s said he was also the most debonair.

Even now, in middle age, it didn’t stop him from looking dignified.

"President Willow." Mary stood up and greeted nervously.

Quinn, seemingly snapping back to reality, followed her lead and greeted, "Dad."

Wait, Mary paused her starry-eyed gaze, focusing on what she had just heard. Follow current novels on novel_fіre.net

Quinn actually called Miles Willow... Dad?

And President Willow didn’t refute it, instead gesturing for them to take a seat.

Mary had thought Quinn’s dad worked as a security guard at Willow Group?

But then again, how could a security guard change the receptionist’s attitude with a single phone call?

Even if he were the head of security, he couldn’t possibly have them in the VIP room, receiving special treatment from the big boss, right?

And enjoy such delicious desserts, such premium coffee...

Mary felt she couldn’t keep thinking about it, it was too terrifying!

Quinn was actually Miles Willow’s son?

Wouldn’t that mean... he’s Henry’s brother?

But why is Quinn’s last name Quinn?

What on earth is going on?