Chapter 391: Chapter 391: A Self-Directed Show?
"What can we say? Not only won’t he marry you, he won’t even invest in the company, and the key point is, he’s going to take us all to court."
Already besieged on all sides, Charles Quinn’s head was pounding upon hearing that Justin Callahan planned to take the family to court.
"They say a day as husband and wife gives you a hundred days of grace, how could he do this?"
Nina Quinn felt wronged, no matter what, it was a fact that she had accompanied Justin Callahan for over a month before.
But Justin Callahan turned his back on her, clinging to the fact that she was pregnant with Nathan Jacobs’ child.
"It must have been your tone that upset him. Never mind, I’ll call him myself."
Nina Quinn said while trying to snatch Charles Quinn’s phone.
Of course, if she could, she would have used her own number to contact Justin Callahan.
But the problem was, ever since he discovered the truth that day, Justin Callahan had blocked all her contact information.
"It’s useless, he has blocked my number too. Don’t bother trying."
"Then I’ll use my mom’s."
Nina Quinn still planned to find Amanda Ford’s phone.
In the end, Charles Quinn pulled her back and slapped her hard across the face.
"Dad? You hit me?"
Nina Quinn was stunned by the slap.
She had always been the most pampered person in the family.
Charles Quinn had hit others, but never her.
But now, Charles Quinn had used all his strength to slap her.
"Yes, I hit you. If it weren’t for you, would I have to bow and scrape to everyone now?"
He was already fuming, and Nina Quinn’s rambling was giving him a headache.
The most crucial point was, Nina Quinn’s scandal was out in the open, and with Justin Callahan unwilling to marry her now, she had no prospects.
And before, Charles Quinn had pampered her only because he thought her beauty and capabilities could elevate him.
But now, not only couldn’t Nina Quinn elevate him, she had turned him into a laughingstock, so his affection for her vanished.
"But I did it just to integrate you into the Westmarch aristocracy."
"Don’t give me excuses, useless thing."
Charles Quinn pushed Nina Quinn onto the sofa and stormed off in anger.
Nina Quinn, pregnant, felt uncomfortable when pushed, holding her belly and taking a while to recover.
In the empty living room after Charles Quinn left, Nina Quinn’s eyes filled with tears.
If this continued, her parents would soon abandon her.
The position of heir to The Quinn Family would soon go to someone else.
This can’t happen!
She had worked so hard to get to where she was now, she couldn’t let others benefit from it.
She had to take action...
Thinking of this, Nina Quinn quickly found a mask and hat and quietly left The Quinn Family.
At the same time, in Silas Donovan’s villa in Westmarch—
"Silas, why are you drawing the curtains in broad daylight?"
Bro Sanders came to discuss today’s music video shoot with Silas Donovan, only to find the curtains tightly drawn even though it was daytime.
Sensing something amiss, he moved to draw the curtains open.
But Silas Donovan hurriedly blocked his way.
"Bro Sanders, no, no, no! If they’re opened, it’s not good to be seen."
Silas Donovan looked nervous, a bit off.
"Seen by whom?" Bro Sanders had just come in through the main door and hadn’t seen any suspicious paparazzi.
Moreover, this was the most secure area in Westmarch, a place where many top celebrities lived.
Seeing Silas Donovan’s anxious look, Bro Sanders suddenly thought of something.
"What’s going on with you? Could it be that, just like the netizens say, the incident with July Quinn hiring someone to hit you was actually a story you made up yourself?"