CHAPTER 375: CHAPTER 375: THIS MAN’S HEART CAN’T BE WARMED

In recent days, the Wexler Family and the Crawford Family have been quite active. Xavier Crawford has helped him significantly in the past, and coupled with the deal made with Cole Crawford before the elder’s passing, the most prosperous area now hosts the Crawford family’s company address.

As for the Wexler Family...

Hugo Quinn narrowed his eyes. The Wexler Family is a mysterious clan. To this day, he hasn’t obtained any useful information. He has no idea what Grace Wexler’s sudden return to the country is all about. Could it be that she’s just following her fiancé to venture out?

He had heard of Grace Wexler’s methods— the woman is definitely not as simple as she appears.

Unable to figure it out, Hugo Quinn stopped thinking about it.

Early the next morning, he received a call from Cole Crawford, it seemed there was news regarding the Quinton Family’s old lady’s whereabouts.

At this moment, Grandeur Group was at its busiest, and Hugo Quinn couldn’t leave, so he sent Lan Yancy over there.

"All we need is to find out exactly where the plane crashed. The results from the last island survey are out, and it wasn’t the same plane. Cole Crawford’s parents were also on that flight. They wouldn’t lie to us. Lan Yancy, support him in this investigation. Once I’m done with Grandeur’s business, I’ll come find you."

Lan Yancy nodded and took a flight abroad that same day to the Crawford Family.

Hugo Quinn looked at the dark sky outside, feeling something ominous might happen.

Regardless, the mystery of the old lady’s disappearance needs to be unraveled. After all these years, the fate of those on the plane is still unknown, and no conclusive answer has been given internationally.

Each year, news about the plane is brought up, and every time debris is discovered, a large number of investigators rush to identify if it belongs to the missing plane.

A slew of real and fake news continuously confuses people’s perception, and the incident has become the most mysterious disappearance case.

No matter how false the news, every year they still send people to seek the truth, giving a response to the public.

Hugo Quinn listened to Cole Crawford for a while before hanging up and massaging his temples, hoping this time they wouldn’t return empty-handed.

After handling Grandeur Group’s documents, he planned to go out to meet Xavier Crawford, but then his assistant mentioned, "President, the Wexler Family’s heiress is here."

He knew Grace Wexler would come looking for him but didn’t expect her to come so quickly, so he sat back down.

Grace Wexler confidently stepped into the office, and upon seeing him, nodded slightly.

"President Quinn, a pleasure to finally meet you."

Hugo Quinn pointed to the sofa beside him, "Please, take a seat."

The Wexler Family is a major company abroad, a formidable force, but if they want to establish themselves in Serenford, they need to secure Grandeur’s endorsement.

"President Quinn, I’ll be straightforward."

Grace Wexler pulled out a proposal and placed it before Hugo Quinn.

"The Wexler Family is relocating our company to Serenford this time around. I’m sure President Quinn might think we are encroaching on your business. This is my token of sincerity. If you’re satisfied, we can discuss cooperation."

If she dared to call it a letter of intent, naturally, the terms inside would favor Grandeur.

Hugo Quinn glanced through it, raising an eyebrow at its sincerity.

"I understand that you, Miss Wexler, are now in charge of the Wexler Family. Did you draft this letter of intent yourself?"

It was excellently crafted, at least in his opinion. Could Grace Wexler, as a woman, really be capable of producing such a fine piece?

Grace Wexler’s lips curled slightly, "It was crafted by the old lady, who believes you’ll be willing to collaborate with the Wexler Family once you see this letter of intent."

Hugo Quinn nodded, impressed by the old lady’s prowess, and indeed, this time she offered tempting conditions.

Going forward, the Wexler Family’s business would be connected with Grandeur, offering a five percent profit share. This means Grandeur is practically picking up money. As long as they don’t cause trouble for the Wexler Family, this money will flow to Grandeur.

A deal this good is hard to refuse.

Hugo Quinn closed the document and smiled.

"I’d be a fool not to agree. Miss Wexler, feel free to act boldly in the future. As it says here, the more you earn, the more I gain."

Moreover, what pleased Hugo Quinn most was that while the Wexler Family’s business initially crossed paths with Grandeur’s, now, with relocation, they chose industries where Grandeur had no presence, like the entertainment sector.

Grandeur Group excels in luxury goods, whether jewelry or clothing, boasting a top-notch international reputation.

But this time, the Wexler Family ventured into the entertainment circle, a wise choice indeed given it’s the fastest money-making sector.

Without competing in Grandeur’s market, yet bringing in money for Grandeur, it’s all advantageous for Grandeur.

Grace Wexler smiled, extending her hand.

"Here’s to a successful cooperation. President Quinn is indeed straightforward."

Hugo Quinn shook her hand, offering a faint smile.

As his hand clasped hers, Grace Wexler felt momentarily dazed. She once truly liked Hugo Quinn—this man was charming but too cold. No matter what, she couldn’t thaw his heart; all her passion and anticipation were exhausted by countless waits.

It wasn’t until Eleanor Hollis appeared that she realized this man could indeed be passionate.

She was unwilling and furious, yet to no avail, and in the end, she fled abroad in disgrace.

If not for meeting that woman, she probably would’ve spent her life behind bars. All of this was bestowed upon her by Hugo Quinn and Eleanor Hollis, so how could she let these bastards off!

Despite the storm within her heart, she maintained a calm exterior.

After shaking hands, she left.

Watching her leave, Hugo Quinn couldn’t shake the feeling of familiarity.

Grace Wexler was pretentious—her smile, her words, and her demeanor were all fake, like someone meticulously trained her to be this way.

It seems the old lady invested a lot in her.

He raised an eyebrow, checked the time, suddenly remembered his appointment with Xavier Crawford, and grabbed his coat to head out.

As he passed downstairs, he saw Grace Wexler fall to the side.

Her stiletto heel had gotten caught in a crack in the floor, leading to a fall. Her knee was covered with blood.

"Miss Wexler, are you alright?"

Since she was a business partner, he couldn’t just ignore it, so he walked over.

Grace Wexler looked embarrassed as she slowly got up.

"The heel is too thin, and it seems stuck."

Hugo Quinn bent down to help her, maintaining a polite distance.

"Your heel is broken. Do you have a spare pair of shoes?"

Grace Wexler shook her head, having come in wearing light clothing, and now the blood on her knee had stained the fabric.

With no other choice, Hugo Quinn escorted her to his car.

"I’m going to meet Xavier Crawford. How about I call him over to take you to the hospital?"

He didn’t intend to take her to the hospital himself. If it weren’t for their recent business negotiation, he wouldn’t even have helped her up.