Back when the Quinn Group was in turmoil, Seraphina Quinn had feared her child would be caught in the fallout, so she gave birth secretly abroad.
Besides Zella Buckley and her grandfather, no one else knew.
But Quincy Sterling had somehow gotten her hands on a photo of her son.
Clearly, she had gone to great lengths to wring every last bit of use out of Seraphina.
Seraphina Quinn knew that at a time like this, it was more important than ever to remain calm.
After composing herself, she snatched the photo from Quincy Sterling’s hand.
“If you’re not afraid of being dragged down with me, then go ahead and tell him.”
Quincy Sterling frowned.
“What do you mean?”
Seraphina Quinn said, “It’s true I’m secretly raising a son, but the child isn’t his.”
Quincy Sterling didn’t believe her.
“Impossible.
If he’s not Mr.
Fairchild’s, could he be Landon Morgan’s?
The only men you’ve been involved with are those two…”
Seraphina Quinn cut her off.
“It’s neither of them.”
After a pause, she said pointedly to Quincy Sterling,
“You’ve seen for yourself that I’m living in such a nice house, which means my relationship with Damian Fairchild has improved.
I’m even considering letting him keep me.
But if you tell Damian Fairchild about this *now*, what do you think he’ll do?”
‘Even though she was a woman, Quincy Sterling knew all men were the same: disgustingly prideful and fiercely possessive.’
If Damian Fairchild found out that Seraphina Quinn had a son with some other man during the years he was presumed dead, he would surely never let her off the hook.
He might even bring disaster upon Quincy’s entire family.
At this thought, a lingering fear gripped Quincy Sterling.
She said sheepishly, “You little brat, you’re not just making this up to trick me, are you?”
Seraphina Quinn retorted, “Do you take me for a fool?
If I’d really had a secret son with Damian Fairchild, don’t you think I’d know how to use him to secure my status?”
Sure enough, Seraphina Quinn’s words completely dispelled Quincy Sterling’s suspicions.
Her goal was to secure a role for her daughter, so she got straight to the point:
“Fine, I won’t expose your secret son, but you have to help your cousin out.
Damian Fairchild is keeping you now.
You can’t just enjoy the high life and ignore whether we live or die.”
Afraid Quincy Sterling’s big mouth would actually get her to spill everything to Damian Fairchild, Seraphina had no choice but to concede.
“Fine, wait to hear from me.”
With Seraphina finally relenting, Quincy Sterling was satisfied.
Quincy Sterling then grabbed Seraphina Quinn’s hand and said in a sincere and heartfelt tone:
“Seraphina, blood is thicker than water between us.
I know I can be harsh sometimes, and maybe it seems like I’m using you, but I’ve never wanted to throw you to the wolves, have I?
“Look, now that you’ve got a connection with Damian Fairchild, couldn’t you introduce your cousin to one of his buddies?
If you two become sisters-in-law, you could watch each other’s backs.”
Quincy Sterling’s mind was audibly churning with selfish plans, but Seraphina Quinn just gave a perfunctory reply: “We’ll see what happens.”
Quincy figured this couldn’t be rushed; it had to be handled one step at a time.
With that in mind, Quincy Sterling decided to quit while she was ahead.
“Alright, make sure you talk to Mr.
Fairchild soon and pull some strings for your cousin.
Otherwise, things will get ugly for everyone.”
After Quincy Sterling left, Seraphina Quinn took out the business card for the owner of Sunrise Media that Damian Fairchild had given her.
After much hesitation, she dialed the number.
“Hello, is this Mr.
Sommers?”
A man’s deep, mellow, yet indifferent voice came from the other end of the line.
“Who’s speaking?”
“Damian Fairchild… should have mentioned me.”
Hearing this, Elias Sommers, on the other end of the line, lifted his gaze to Damian Fairchild, who was sitting on the sofa opposite him.
Then, he replied enigmatically, “Oh?
So it’s Miss Quinn.
What can I do for you?”
Seraphina hesitated.
“I have a favor to ask…”
Half a minute later, Elias Sommers ended his call with Seraphina Quinn.
Damian Fairchild looked up at him, his tone casual.
“What did she want?”
Elias Sommers lit a cigarette, his posture lazy.
He exuded a roguish, devil-may-care air, his rakish demeanor making him seem anything but a respectable man.
“She said she has a cousin who wants a part in *Phoenix Return* and asked if she could transfer the opportunity you gave her to her cousin.”
Damian Fairchild narrowed his eyes.
“And you agreed?”
Elias Sommers replied, “How could I?
You’re the biggest investor in *Phoenix Return*.
I had to hear your opinion first, didn’t I?”
Damian Fairchild said, “I’m using your company and my money to back her, not to do favors for some other woman.”
Elias Sommers clicked his tongue.
“You’re a real piece of work.
You adore her, but you also want to torture her.
And God forbid anyone else shows her a shred of kindness.
What is wrong with you?”
“You talk too much!”
With a cold expression, Damian Fairchild turned and left.
Elias Sommers shouted after him:
“Leaving already?
Then what should I tell Miss Quinn?
I heard from my people that her open audition today went very well.
Fenton was quite satisfied with her.”
Damian Fairchild’s steps faltered for a moment.
“She wants to take the hard way, so let her learn her lesson.”
Elias Sommers snapped his fingers.
“Got it.”
Damian Fairchild left Sunrise Media and called Seth Thorne.
“Go check if Quincy Sterling went to see Seraphina Quinn today.”
Five minutes later, Seth Thorne had the results.
“At 8 p.m., Ms.
Sterling did indeed visit Golden Begonia Gardens.”
Damian Fairchild ordered, “Go get Quincy Sterling and bring her to me.
Just say I need to see her.”
“Yes, Mr.
Fairchild.”
「…」
Quincy Sterling returned to the Sterling Residence, overjoyed.
She was just about to share the good news with her daughter, Tanya Thorne, when Seth Thorne arrived.
Seth Thorne was Damian Fairchild’s right-hand man, so his arrival made Quincy Sterling both excited and nervous.
She quickly pulled her husband, George Thorne, and her daughter along to personally greet him at the main gate.
Is there something you need?”
As soon as she finished speaking, Seth Thorne said, “Ms.
Sterling, our Mr.
Fairchild wants to see you.”
‘Sending his right-hand man to personally fetch me this late at night… he isn’t going to settle some score, is he?’
Quincy Sterling grew even more uneasy.
“Mr.
Fairchild… did he say what it was about?”
Seth Thorne said, “Ms.
Sterling, Mr.
Fairchild is waiting.
Please get in the car.”
Quincy Sterling didn’t dare to refuse, but she was genuinely terrified.
After getting in the car, she quickly sent a series of texts to Seraphina Quinn:
Damian Fairchild sent Special Assistant Thorne to get me in the middle of the night.
Oh my god, he couldn’t have found out, could he?
What do I do?
Say something!
「…」
Quincy Sterling sent a dozen desperate messages in a row.
Seraphina Quinn didn’t see them until ten minutes later.
She had just gotten out of the shower.
After reading Quincy Sterling’s texts, she couldn’t figure out what was happening.
In her panic, she rushed out the door without even drying her hair, grabbing only her phone and keys.
While waiting for the elevator, she sent a message to Quincy Sterling:
Watch what you say.
You know what you can and cannot mention.
Send me your location.
I’m on my way.
After reading Seraphina’s text, Quincy Sterling quickly shared her location with her.
Twenty minutes later, Quincy Sterling stood anxiously before Damian Fairchild.
“Mr.
Fairchild, you could have just called if you needed me.
I’m so sorry to be disturbing you this late.”
“I have an answer for you.”
The man was concise, but his glasses couldn’t hide the chill in his eyes.
Quincy Sterling was trembling with fear.
“I’m… listening.”
Damian Fairchild said, “At 8 p.m., why did you go to see Seraphina Quinn?
What deal did you two make?” After a pause, he held out his hand to Quincy.
“Give me your phone.”
Pressured by his intimidating presence, Quincy Sterling, though terrified, had no choice but to obey.
Damian Fairchild took the phone.
After reading the chat history between Quincy and Seraphina, he asked in a grave voice:
“What is it, exactly, that I’m not supposed to know?
What have you been hiding behind my back?
And what deal did you make because of it?”