Chapter 804: Chapter 804

Chapter 804:

Just as they were about to continue their conversation, Kinsey appeared, scanning the area. When he spotted Dolores and Eileen together, he quickly approached.

“What are you doing here?” he asked Eileen.

Dolores nodded. “Or just some fresh air and chatting,” Eileen explained. She saw Kinsey take the document from Dolores and subtly signal her to leave. Eileen raised an eyebrow but kept her expression neutral.

Eileen and Kinsey entered the company building and rode the elevator together.

“When are you heading back to the Vazquez Mansion? Could you give me a lift then?” Eileen asked casually. Without even glancing up, Kinsey replied, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Eileen said, “Why not? We’re cousins. What could people possibly say? Oh, by the way, I think it’s about time my position here was made clear to everyone. Otherwise, those people will continue to make things difficult for me.”

“You should take that up with your father. I’m not in charge of VQ Group. We’re equals here; I don’t have a say in that matter,” Kinsey replied.

Eileen smiled, undeterred. “Could you at least pass the message along for me? Thanks.” As if the thought had just occurred to her, she added, “By the way, where is your father?” Eileen had only met Gianna and Kinsey but had never met Gianna’s husband.

“My parents… they’ve divorced,” Kinsey said, casting his gaze downward, clearly uncomfortable.

“It’s best you don’t bring this topic up in front of my mother,” he added.

Your source for updates gⱯlnσν𝓮ls․com Eileen nodded. “Understood.”

The elevator doors slid open, and the two exited. Kinsey headed toward Conroy’s office, while Eileen made her way back to Bryan’s.

As Eileen entered, Gabriela bounded over to her, and Eileen scooped her up, sinking into the plush embrace of the sofa. A sigh escaped her lips.

“I’ve had enough of their dawdling. If they want to strike against me, they should stop wasting time. My patience has worn thin. Perhaps it’s time to take matters into my own hands.”

Bryan, looking up from his papers, paused before responding, “Do you need anything? Raymond’s just a call away. I have a video meeting tonight—it’ll probably run late.” He clearly meant that he was unable to help her today.

“Alright,” Eileen replied. She retrieved her phone and dialed Raymond. “Come home with me after work,” she said.

Raymond’s voice crackled with shock. “What? Come home with you? That’s probably not the best idea… Did you and Mr. Dawson have another fight? Look, if you’re mad, just take it out on him. He won’t dare fight back. But please, spare me…” The poor man’s voice trembled. He was sensing the turbulence of Eileen and Bryan’s conflicts closing in on him.

“Come home with us! Not with me alone,” Eileen’s voice was clipped, impatience edging her words.

“Okay, okay!” Raymond responded swiftly, his tone brightening with relief as he ended the call.

In the evening, Raymond brought dinner. After eating, Bryan disappeared upstairs for his meeting.

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