What on Earth Is Going On?
Wendy's expression changed rapidly, displaying a pained look as if her carefully nurtured flower had been taken away by an unknown scoundrel. Cynthia raised her gaze to look at them, knowing that this matter couldn't be kept a secret and nodded.
Henry's brows subtly furrowed, and a sharp coldness flashed in the depths of his eyes. "When do you plan to introduce him to us?"
"He's on a business trip, so it's not convenient for now," Cynthia replied.
Henry Quinn stared at Cynthia without blinking, and after a while, he calmly said, "Cynthia, you're still young. Learn to be cautious to avoid being deceived."
Whether it was Cynthia's illusion or not, she felt like her uncle knew something. But since he didn't expose it, she decided to continue playing dumb. "Understood."
Wendy Patwin glanced at the sky outside, a trace of worry crossing her eyes. "Cynthia, it's getting late. Stay here tonight."