Raina North walked out of the lounge with Elias Hawthorne, while Quinn Thorne was playing cards with a few members of The Dark Tower. Ever since the boss returned, The Dark Tower has been incredibly harmonious; even the arch-rivals have become as quiet as chickens. These days, it tends to get a bit lonely, but fortunately, the brothers can gather and play cards. "Boom! Boom! I bomb!" Quinn Thorne threw three bombs in a row: "Anyone want it? Anyone?" The others couldn’t match it at all and quickly shook their heads. "Pair." Quinn Thorne played his last two cards: "Won, won, hurry up and pay up." What could the others do? They could only obediently take out their money. Looking at their ever-shrinking wallets, the members of The Dark Tower couldn’t help but grimace: "Lord of Vermilion, your luck is too good." "It’s alright, I’m not great at many things, but my luck has always been good since I was a kid." Quinn Thorne unhesitatingly collected his winnings and was just about to invite them for another round when he heard others greeting. Quinn Thorne turned his head and saw Elias Hawthorne walking out with Raina North. He couldn’t be bothered to play anymore and immediately scurried over, his eyes darting back and forth between the two as if trying to discern something. Faced with his sneaky gaze, Raina North couldn’t help but glare at him. Quinn Thorne didn’t mind, chuckling: "Not bad, not bad, turns out there’s been an affair after all." What kind of nonsense is this? What do you mean by ’an affair after all’? Is this how you put it? Besides, she and Elias Hawthorne are a legally married couple, even if something happens, it’s certified, so how can it be called an affair? "Sis... Orion, don’t glare at me, you should be thanking me. Orion, secretly tell me, is the reason you’re so moody because you’re a bit overwhelmed by our boss?" Looking at Quinn Thorne’s gossipy expression, Raina North chuckled: "How do you know so much?" "I must be clear about it." Quinn Thorne puffed out his chest and said, "Whenever our boss used to beat me, it would be for the whole night, his stamina is top-notch." Really, is getting beaten something to be proud of? Is it quite a badge of honor? Raina North initially considered swatting this gossip-prone guy away, but suddenly thought of something and said with a smile: "I’m going out to relax with Nameless, there are some files in the lounge that haven’t been dealt with, I’ll leave them to you." "No problem, just leave it to me." Elias Hawthorne patted his chest in assurance. Now, there’s nothing more important than the stability of these two’s relationship. As long as their relationship is stable, it benefits everyone. "Alright, then we’re off." Raina North said, pulling Elias Hawthorne as they quickly left. Just as they exited the headquarters of The Dark Tower, Raina North hurriedly got into Elias Hawthorne’s Bentley, then borrowed Elias Hawthorne’s computer, her fingers flying over the keys, and the scene in Elias Hawthorne’s lounge played out on the screen. Soon, the door to the lounge was pushed open. Quinn Thorne leisurely walked in. When he saw the tall stack of documents on the table, awe showed on his face. It’s truly the boss; after working so hard to satisfy the missus last night, he still managed to deal with such a large pile of documents early this morning. Impressive, impressive. Oh, the missus mentioned there are still a few more files left unfinished. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel-fire.net Quinn Thorne mumbled, ready to put in some hard work finishing the files himself before heading off to relax. Living life like a lazy fish is really too delightful; if possible, he genuinely wishes it could last for ten thousand years.