The Unwanted Girl Is Their Princess novel Chapter 238

Chapter 238

Quincy said with a satisfying face, “Mr. Perkins, you’re young and capable. Our partnership is a win–win. I trust you won’t let us down. I’ll have con send the contract to you tomorrow.”

The dinner was ending. Yannis and Zinnia stood to see Quincy off, as he had a flight to Yinecrest that night. Their deal had already been cattled, and it was just a farewell dinner hosted by Yannis.

“Okay, my assistant will see you off, Mr. Hanover,” Yannis said, nodding with a smile.

Quincy’s words sealed the contract. They had almost agreed before. Quincy had wanted to wait and push for a better price. Seeing Zinnia made him change his mind.

Quincy thought. ‘This trip isn’t a total loss. That sneaky guy. How could he never mention that he has a daughter? The arranged marriage is a deal. The girl’s face looks like that guy’s. Why did he leave his pretty daughter alone in the country?‘

Quincy learned about Zinnia from a quick chat with Yannis. She had gone missing as a child and was only found earlier this year.

Back in the past, Quincy’s friend was a well–known womanizer. There was a good chance Zinnia was his illegitimate kid, and he was totally in the dark

about it.

The three walked outside. Quincy watched Zinnia, who was quiet and polite by Yannis‘ side. His rough face tried to form a smile. “Zinnia, nice to see you today. Visit me in Yinecrest when you’re free. I’ll show you a fun time.”

Zinnia truly resembled Quincy’s friend. With his sharp eyes, Quincy was sure she was likely his friend’s daughter. In that case, Quincy deemed Zinnia as his future daughter–in–law. He managed himself for fear that he would frighten her.

“Okay,” Zinnia agreed. At dinner, Quincy asked her to address him by his name, while Yannis still called Quincy “Mr. Hanover.”

The group went downstairs. The driver was already waiting with the car. Toby stepped forward and opened the door. As the window closed, Quincy took one last glance at Zinnia standing outside.

Zinnia had her hair in a high ponytail. She wore a short black sweater under a vintage denim jacket, black wide–leg pants, and white sneakers–a casual,

comfortable look.

Her face was neat and pretty, with well–drawn brows, bright eyes, and a cute, perky nose. It was like she had been carved from Quincy’s friend’s image.

After Quincy left, Yannis and Zinnia got into her car, an understated white Cullinan. Zinnia asked, “Yannis, why do I feel like Quincy was watching me?”

After Donald’s incident, Yannis arranged a driver for Zinnia. Now with the bodyguard ready, Stephen took ovekas driver.

“Probably because you’re very beautiful,” Yannis said, ruffling her hair. He was a bit puzzled, too. Quincy kept glancing at her during dinner, looking excited–not in a creepy way, more like he’d met someone unexpectedly.

Quincy was living in Yinecrest. His family founded Hanover Group, the top global intellectual property supplier–a real tech giant.

Yannis saw that Quincy meant to delay the contract for a day or two. But after eating, Quincy agreed right away–much smoother than expected. It was all because of Zinnia.

“Oh, really?” Zinnia believed what Yannis said.

“Yeah.” Yannis nodded.

Zinnia didn’t worry about it. She trusted what Yannis said. And he would always protect her. Plus, she didn’t know Quincy; they may not see each other again. She changed the topic. “Yannis, I talked to Lydia today. She said she’ll think it over.”

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Chapter 238

“Let me know once she has made up her mind,” Yannis responded.

“Okay.” Zinnia glanced out the window.

“What are you looking at?” Yannis followed her gaze out the window.

“Yannis, winter is here.” Zinnia didn’t turn, her eyes fixed on the window.

“Yeah,” Yannis said.

“Have you heard of the winter’s gift?” Zinnia asked.

“What’s that?” Yannis had been busy, not keeping up with online trends.

“Mr. Perkins, there’s a craze for the winter’s gift,” Emily said from the passenger seat. “It describes couples wandering the streets in winter, indulging in food and drinks as they go.”

Zinnia nodded in agreement.

“Stop up ahead,” Yannis said, looking back where Zinnia had stared. They were passing a busy shopping street, crowded with people. A roasted sweet potato shop had a long line.

Yannis would give anything Zinnia everything she wanted.

Stephen found a parking spot and pulled over.

“Yannis, why are we stopping?” Zinnia asked, puzzled.

“The winter’s gift,” Yannis said as he got out. “Since it’s a trend, you deserve it, too.” He reached for Zinnia’s hand, smiling softly.

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