After lunch, Sonia Quincy tidied up the kitchen and took a taxi back to the apartment she shared with Felix Preston.
Although it couldn't compare to Mrs. Preston's house, it was their own little home. 'Felix is in a bad mood,' she thought. 'If he can see me as soon as he gets home, he should feel a little better.'
Having finished the revisions for the three designs she had sold, Sonia Quincy didn't dare to rest for long. She cleaned the apartment, then sat down at her workbench to continue drawing the Whisperwind necklace.
Coloring was a test of patience. Sonia Quincy put her phone on silent, set it aside, and remained seated for several hours.
「Meanwhile, in the Sinclair Group's office building.」
Felix Preston gathered his bid proposal documents one by one. With a blank expression, he said to Winston Sinclair, who sat opposite him at the long table, "I'm sorry, Mr. Sinclair, but I cannot agree to your request."
