Quinn could not help but sigh. This Adam MacQuoid was really a shrewd man. He had said everything that could be said. It seemed that whatever Quinn said now could be used against him.
If Quinn said that he cared, it would make him seem petty. But if he said that he did not care, he could not swallow the humiliation. Just when Quinn was pondering on how to respond, a man walked in from the front door.
"My brother may not care, but I do. I'm notoriously stingy."
Lauren, Quinn, and the rest turned and looked at the door simultaneously.
Franklin was back!
He must have just arrived, as he was still in his business suit. His face was clearly tired, but his eyes were sharp. With one hand in his trouser pocket, he stood tall and straight.
The reporters were all stunned.
What kind of dumb luck did they have today to see so many powerful people?
