CHAPTER 869: CHAPTER 869: A BIT UNEXPECTED?

"Okay." July Quinn roughly guessed who this so-called Mr. Donovan was, nodded, and then turned back to the old man, saying:

"You old geezer, hurry up and pack your things and go home."

"Didn’t you just call me old man? Why am I now an old geezer? I feel like my status has plummeted!"

The old man’s focus seemed a bit peculiar, which reminded July Quinn of Kyle Keaton.

That man’s focus always seemed a bit different from others too.

However, July Quinn didn’t dwell on it deeply, and directly gave a warning: "You never had any status to begin with. Hurry up and pack your things and go home, or if I come back to find you’re still lazing around here, I promise I’ll beat you so bad even your kids wouldn’t recognize you."

"Really? Are girls these days so violent? Hitting an old man at the drop of a hat?"

"I’m just going to stay here and won’t leave, if you cripple me, that’s even better. I don’t want medical expenses, just take care of me as my granddaughter-in-law..."

The old man persisted, shouting from behind.

July Quinn frowned painfully and followed the man in the suit.

However, she didn’t know that as she turned to leave, the old man fixed his gaze on the man in the suit.

His slightly cloudy eyes darkened a bit.

If he wasn’t mistaken, the man who just took Divine Doctor Quinn away should be the assistant manager of His Excellency the President.

In this case, the "Mr. Donovan" he mentioned should be referring to His Excellency.

Gold will always shine.

Especially a real diamond like July Quinn, the old man believed she couldn’t possibly be overlooked anywhere she went, blinding everyone else’s metaphorical aluminum alloy dog eyes.

Look, not only did he himself try all sorts of ways to lure her into marrying his grandson, but even His Excellency the President sought her out.

If he didn’t pick up the pace, his grandson was destined to remain a bachelor for life.

Thinking of this, the old man couldn’t sit still, crossing the road directly to Apex Tower across the street...

*

Meanwhile, in a well-secluded café—

Richard Donovan ordered a cup of coffee and kept glancing towards the door of the private room, occasionally raising his hand to check his watch.

In the cold weather, a thin layer of sweat still covered his forehead.

Years of political life had long taught him how to hide his emotions behind a calm facade.

Even when meeting with heads of state, he could keep his feelings hidden.

Yet who knew waiting for July Quinn would make him so nervous.

Anticipating their meeting and fearing the confrontation.

On his 65th glance towards the café entrance, July Quinn finally appeared.

Unlike Yvonne Donovan, who liked to dress up flamboyantly every time she went out, July Quinn wore only a lake-blue toggle coat in this winter, her hair naturally down, not a trace of makeup on her face.

Her beautiful eyes darted around; just a casual glance from them was a bare-faced shock, identical to how Laura Quinn was back in the day.

Richard Donovan couldn’t help but be a bit mesmerized until July Quinn’s chilly gaze met his.

"Miss Quinn, please have a seat." Coming back to his senses, Richard Donovan hurriedly invited July Quinn to sit.

July Quinn showed none of the restraint others displayed when facing him, directly seating herself in the chair opposite him, quickly requesting a hot coffee and a fine-looking piece of cake to be served.

As July Quinn stirred her coffee, without saying a word amidst the rising steam, she coldly scrutinized Richard Donovan.

"Isn’t it a little unexpected for me to suddenly invite you for coffee?"

July Quinn sipped her coffee, her tone so indifferent it bordered on cruelty.

"Not really unexpected. After I’ve given them a lesson, many people usually go complain to a parent, who then comes to deal with me."

Bianca White was like that, and now Yvonne Donovan too.

Only she fought all alone all this time...