As the voice echoed, Hendrix appeared at the end of the corridor, slowly making his way towards them.
Derick immediately lowered his head, his eyes filled with guilt. “Mr. Hendrix, I…”
“No need for explanations. If you were his opponent, that would be strange,” Hendrix interrupted.
Hearing this, Derick’s guilt deepened. Indeed, he and the other party were not on the same level and had no grounds for comparison.
However, despite Hendrix’s words, he still felt a bit disappointed…
Who exactly was this person?
For the past few years, he had been faithfully by Hendrix’s side, but he had never seen this individual before. And from Hendrix’s tone, it seemed like they were quite familiar?
Lost in thought, Derick’s gaze fell upon Martha. A fleeting admiration flashed in his eyes, quickly hidden away, replaced by his previous stern and gloomy expression.
Martha walked past him and stood in front of Quentin, her tone domineering. “Why are you here? Do you really think that our Bradshaw Group can’t handle you?”
Quentin replied calmly, “I have never thought about it or considered it. Or perhaps you want to give it a try?”
He grinned, but the bloodthirsty intent hidden beneath his smile sent shivers down one’s spine.
Martha felt a chill run down her spine.
Although Quentin’s eyes appeared calm, they concealed something that frightened her. What had caused such a drastic change in this man?
Quentin’s once gentle and refined demeanor had transformed into dominance and ruthlessness after five years.
She took a deep breath and said, “Speak up. If you have something to say, say it quickly. My father doesn’t have time to waste on you.”
Quentin ignored her and instead turned his gaze towards Hendrix. “Shall we make a deal?”
Hendrix chuckled, his deep gaze revealing no flaws. He smiled and asked, “What kind of deal?”
“Guess,” Quentin replied with a smile.
“Let’s discuss it inside,” Hendrix said without further ado, turning and walking towards his office.
Naturally, Quentin wasn’t afraid of him and followed closely behind.
Martha was infuriated, her face turning red. She glared at Quentin fiercely. “Ignoring me? Deliberately disregarding me?”
“Quentin, how dare you!”
Quentin didn’t spare her a glance as he walked past her.
Eileen followed behind, casting a gloating glance at Martha and saying, “Mr. Howard has a wife and has never had any love affairs. Why should he pay attention to you? You’re just boring.”
“You…” Martha’s eyes flashed with frost for a moment, and she raised her hand as if to slap Eileen.
Eileen’s eyes turned cold as she spoke in a cold voice, “If you dare to lay a hand on me, do you believe I’ll twist your arm off?!”
The icy coldness and killing intent in her eyes startled Martha, causing her to instinctively retract her hand.
Meanwhile, Derick stood by the side, his gaze flickering as his hand quietly reached for his waist. A coldness emerged in his eyes!
Eileen glanced at him and said, “If you dare to draw your dagger, I’ll make sure it ends up in this woman’s neck the next moment. Do you believe me?”
Derick looked at the woman before him and realized how terrifying her aura was. Especially those lips that seemed stained with blood, clear at first glance but filled with surging crimson.
“Step aside,” Eileen pushed past him and strode forward with great momentum.
“Derick! Can’t you even handle this woman?” Martha was angry. “Quentin can insult me, but is she worthy of insulting me too?”
Derick forced a bitter smile. “I was just concerned about your safety, Miss Martha.”
Martha glared at him resentfully before finally turning and entering the room.
Hendrix sat in the main seat, smiling faintly. “So, what brings you here to find me? If there’s anything I can help with, I will definitely assist.”
Quentin sneered. “Hendrix, don’t pretend to be sympathetic. What help or not? It’s just a deal. Please watch your words.”
Hendrix smiled without saying a word, half-leaning on the soft sofa chair. He asked, “So what do you want?”