Dika Rothstein’s trial is tomorrow, and Yolanda Taylor isn’t comfortable with Gwen Fox; she has to see Quentin in person to make sure the evidence has been presented to him before she can rest easy.
Gwen Fox wants to go with her to see Quentin, she can’t stop her and doesn’t care.
When the car stopped, Yolanda Taylor unbuckled her seatbelt and inclined her head to look at him, “I don’t think Quentin wants to see you.”
Gwen Fox understood what she meant, he didn’t get out of the car, opened the window a third of the way and lowered his head to light a cigarette.
Yolanda Taylor got out of the car and headed straight for the office, where Quentin was already waiting in the lobby on the first floor.
When he saw her, he immediately greeted her, “Miss Taylor, thank you for your hard work.”
Yolanda Taylor shook her head, “Let’s make it short.”
Quentin had wanted to invite her up, but when he heard her say that, he could only nod, “Okay, Miss Taylor if you have anything you want to say, just say it, Godfather of Dika said, but whatever you do, we will do our best.”
Yolanda Taylor pursed her lips for a second, “Did you check the evidence that Gwen Fox’s secretary sent over?”
Quentin froze for a moment, but quickly responded, “The lawyer and I have both looked at it, the evidence has no problem, with this piece of evidence, at least it can prove that that batch of goods has no relationship with Godfather of Dika, after tomorrow, Godfather of Dika should be able to come out. ”
Yolanda Taylor finally breathed a sigh of relief, “Didn’t run into anything, did you?”
Quentin shook his head, “Miss Taylor don’t worry, we have already filed a lawsuit against the supplier side at the same time, Godfather of Dika won’t let go of this time.”
Yolanda Taylor actually wanted to ask not this, she hesitated for a while: “Quentin, tell me the truth, this matter, and Gwen Fox will have something to do with it.”
Although Quentin has only been with Dika Rothstein for four years, he also knows about Yolanda Taylor and Gwen Fox, and he also knows about the news of Yolanda Taylor and Gwen Fox’s marriage, not only does he know about it, but Dika Rothstein knows about it as well.
When Dika Rothstein heard the news, her face changed and she scolded Gwen Fox, then she told him that if Yolanda Taylor had anything to do with him, he must do his best to help.
Yolanda Taylor and Gwen Fox’s relationship, she would ask this question, Quentin was not surprised, “Miss Taylor, I have already checked this time, it really has nothing to do with President Fox.”
True or false, Yolanda Taylor couldn’t tell the difference anymore, at this point in time, she could only assume that this matter was really not related to Gwen Fox.
She nodded her head, “Tough for you, if there’s nothing else, I’ll go back first.”
“I’ll give you a ride, Miss Taylor.”
“No, Gwen Fox drove me here.”
The expression on her face was light as she said this.
Quentin froze and walked to the door to see a car parked on the curb with the window half open and Gwen Fox smoking a cigarette inside.
Yolanda Taylor said goodbye to Quentin and walked straight to the car, Gwen Fox was smoking a cigarette, when she came over, he put out the cigarette, opened the door and threw the cigarette into the trash can.
Yolanda Taylor smelled the smoke as soon as she got in the car.
She was just buckling her seatbelt when Gwen Fox got in too.
“Want something to eat?” It was almost time for dinner, and Yolanda Taylor glanced at him, “Whatever.”
Dika Rothstein’s court date was tomorrow, and she didn’t want to mess with him over such a minor issue.
Gwen Fox looked at her for a moment, after about three or four seconds he withdrew his gaze and started the car.
He chose an Italian restaurant, the time is still quite early, there are not many people inside the store, the two people went in the waiter greeted them.
After dinner, they went straight back to the hotel, and just after they arrived at the hotel, Gwen Fox answered a phone call.
I don’t know who called, he glanced at her, his face a little sunken, “I know.”
Hanging up the phone, he inclined his head to look at her.
At this time the elevator door opened, the person inside lifted his leg and walked out, Yolanda Taylor stood to the side, intending to wait for the person to come out before going in.
Just did not wait for her to go in, behind suddenly came a group of young people, looks like eighteen or nineteen years old, should be over this side of the tourist.
There were eight or nine of them, and the elevator was almost fully occupied by them.
Yolanda Taylor frowned a little, looking at the girls fighting inside, not moving.
“Handsome, aren’t you guys coming in?”
One of the girls on the side raised an eyebrow, Gwen Fox’s face was cold, her whole body was like ice, radiating a chill.
The girl who asked stiffened and pressed the close button.
The second elevator Yolanda Taylor just went up, this time the elevator was so empty that there was no one inside.
It was just the two of them inside the elevator, Yolanda Taylor pressed the close button and Gwen Fox looked at her, “I had nothing to do with this.”
He spoke out of the blue and Yolanda Taylor froze for a moment.
After reacting, she looked up at him, “How did you get the evidence?”
“We were supposed to be keeping an eye on the supplier’s side.”
When he said that, Yolanda Taylor did understand.
She nodded a little, but didn’t say anything else.
The cut on Gwen Fox’s forehead wasn’t serious, except that it had to be cleaned every day.
When Yolanda Taylor came out of the shower, he was looking at her from the couch with disinfectant and cotton cloth, “Help me, Dear.”
Yolanda Taylor’s face went cold for a moment when she heard him call himself such an intimate title.
How much she used to love it when he called her Dear, and how much she hated it now.
“I don’t know what’s important, so you might as well get it yourself.”
She coldly walked over to the dresser and sat down, “I can’t see.”
He just kept looking at her from behind her, and Yolanda Taylor got a little impatient with him and had to get up and walk over.
It wasn’t that she was soft, she just knew that Gwen Fox always had a way of getting her to compromise.
Tomorrow was the start of Dika Rothstein’s first trial, and she’d been in a bit of an irritable mood and didn’t really want to get into an argument with Gwen Fox at this time.
She walked over to the couch next to him and sat down, but Gwen Fox was so tall that even though everyone was sitting on the couch, she had to look up, even slightly, to get a full view of the gash on his forehead, a position that made her uncomfortable.
Yolanda Taylor frowned a little and lifted her hand to put a slight pressure on his head, “Keep your head down.”
“Uh-huh.”
He responded, being submissive.
It was a lot easier for her once Gwen Fox lowered her head.
Yolanda Taylor raised her hand to tear at the gauze that had been put on yesterday; she hadn’t looked at it last night when she cleaned the wound, and now that she saw it, her hand trembled.
Despite the stitches, it still looked a bit hideous, the winding wound wanted to be an ugly centipede, and the edges were red and swollen, it was a bit scary to look at.
Yolanda Taylor just wanted to get it over with, and after dabbing a cotton swab with alcohol and then iodine, she waited a few seconds before she couldn’t wait to put the gauze back on.
But just as she was about to put the gauze on, her wrist was caught by Gwen Fox.
She looked down at him, “You putting it on yourself?”
“It’s not dry yet.”
Yolanda Taylor took one look at his wound and relented.