Chapter 811 I’ll Take You To See Finnley


    Chapter 811 I’ll Take You to See Finnley


    There was a study with two doors in the west corner of the vi. Bodyguards were guarding the door.


    For an influential family, a study was an important ce. Usually, outsiders were forbidden to enter as


    there wereptops and confidential documents in the study.


    Racks of philosophy and economy books filled the room. Some seemed profound and needed the


    reader to have a particr knowledge base.


    Finnley and Albert watched the backyard view in front of the French window.


    On a table behind them was a pot of ck tea, spreading a fragrance in the air.


    Silence nketed the study.


    "I know what you mean, Dad," Finnley drawled, "I also understand how you feel. You are still too young


    to retire. I can take yourpany over in a few years."


    Albert had been there, so he instantly figured out what was in Finnley''s mind. "For her, right?"


    "Right." Finnley didn''t deny it. "I like her. We''ve just started dating. If Ie home to inherit your


    "If I agree to let you marry her and give you a few more years, will you quit the Marsh Group?"


    "I will," Finnley answered without hesitation. Looking at his father, Finnley found more wrinkles on his


    face than before. "Dad, I''m the only son of our family. I know my responsibilities clearly."


    His answer sent Albert into relief.


    "If you like her, you must treasure her." A gentle smile touched Albert''s lips. He patted Finnley''s


    shoulder and added, "Don''t act stupid in your first love. Once you missed her, you would regret it for the


    rest of your life."


    Upon hearing his words, Finnley seemed to understand some bygones in his eyes.


    The huge cloakroom, Russell''s Vi.


    Sitting in front of the mirror, Mya checked on herself. She had to admit ire was an expert in styling


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    as she was stunned by herself.


    Nothing seemed to be exaggerating, but Mya liked her look very much.


    "Done!" ire put down the eyebrow pencil, nted her hands on her hips, and stared at the pretty girl


    in the mirror. "How do you like it?"


    "You are awesome, ire!" Myaplimented her truly. "You are an expert indeed. The most


    professional one I''ve ever seen."


    "Come with me. Let me take you to see Finnley." ire grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the


    cloakroom. "Since you love my skills today, let me be your exclusive stylist at your wedding. Remember


    to reward me well."


    Before Mya answered, she added, "And you must make sure the bridegroom will be Finnley. Or I''ll


    break up with you."


    Mya thought she was indeed talkative. She hadn''t responded, but ire couldn''t stop speaking.


    However, Mya liked her character.


    ire pushed a door open and sent her in.


    Evidently, it was a bedroom because Mya saw a big bed.


    Looking at ire in confusion, she asked, "Where is he?"


    ire leaned forward and whispered in her ear. Then she pushed Mya and prompted, "Hurry! Do as I


    told you. I''ll call him over."


    Then she turned away with a naughty smile.


    Mya darted at the unlocked door and nced around the bedroom slowly. Although Finnley hadn''t


    returned home for years, his bedroom was clean and tidy.


    She wondered if his family was always looking forward to his return.


    The door of the study.


    "Good day, Lady ire," the bodyguards bowed.


    "Is Finnley in the study?" ire paused her steps and asked.


    "Yes, he is," a bodyguard answered, "So is Master Albert."


    ire was about to walk forward but stopped mid-step. "How long have they been there?" If they were


    talking about something serious, she wouldn''t interrupt them.


    Although worry-free and careless usually, she was also sensible.