Chapter 110 Selecting A Battle

What a filthy, tiny alleyway! Here, the poverty is extreme! It was Fiona, the woman Wynter had met at the motel, who was speaking. A wealthy young woman with her l*ps pursed was in her care. You didn't have to come here by yourself, Ms. Naomi. How could a brilliant doctor exist in such terrible ? surroundings?” "Aunt Fiona, quit mentioning that." Naomi was dressed in a long dress, and it was quite uncomfortable for her to walk in heels down the asphalt road. "I'm just trying to be respectful to Mr. Lloyd with this." Fiona let out a sigh. "Ms. Naomi, you are the Quinnwell family's adopted daughter. In the future, you will own all of the company's shares. Must you give a damn about a manager such as he is?" Aunt Fiona." Naomi gave a slight scowl. Fiona was cut off from continuing by her. At home, I have brothers. They ought to own the business. Fiona also became aware that she had talked too much. Her gaze shifted to the bodyguards, who had been close behind them. That's accurate. I ought not to have said that! While she was saying so, she struck herself. Naomi used a damp cloth to dab at her perspiration while holding the hem of her garment in one hand. She put her towel in her other hand. "Find out where the brilliant doctor resides."