Invisible Rich (The Invisible Rich Man 2)

Chapter 771

“Third young lady, you are absolutely not allowed in! That order was specially issued by the old master! ” said a bodyguard, desperately trying to prevent a girl—who seemed to be around twenty years old—in.

“Yeah, that's great then! Did you tell me that there is now a place inside Fenderson's house where I, Quincy Fenderson, cannot enter? My sister and my sister don't like me anymore. Are you saying that grandfather also doesn't like me now? The more you prevent me from entering, the more I want to go in and see for myself! Now move!” quincy shouted as he pushed the bodyguard aside and rushed in.

The interior of the room looks very luxurious, and antique furniture— seems to be in the style of European nobility of the 1960s— laid on every corner. Other than his grandfather's room, this was the only other room this luxurious in the entire mansion.

Whenever he had nothing better to do, Quincy would often come to this room to take a look. Like most other Fenderson, Quincy often dreams of moving into this particular room.

After all, she heard that this room was where her aunt used to live.

As Quincy already felt very lonely within the family, his bad mood was immediately triggered once he learned that others now lived there.

He wanted to see for himself who had access to stay in the room, but his permission to enter was denied. All of that leads to the current scene.

Seeing him enter without warning, both Queta and Xenia seemed somewhat worried. Xenia did not anticipate someone to break through them like that.

“You....who are you? You look very familiar..” said Quincy, feeling a little surprised when he saw Queta.

"I ... My name is Queta Smith!"

“Queta? I've never seen you before among the other Fenderson, have I?” quincy asked as she observed the girl from head to toe.

Finally recovering from her shock, Xenia then asked, “You're the third young lady, right? The old master is the one who ordered Miss Queta to stay here for a moment to rest and recuperate from her injuries.”.

“Huh! I am well aware of that! Although I'm not sure why he wants you to stay in this particular room, I'm sure he has his reasons. Anyway, I need you to leave for a minute. I want to tell Miss Queta something personally!” quincy's orders.

Hearing that, Xenia then looked at Queta. In return, Queta only nodded slightly, prompting Xenia to leave the room.

As soon as Xenia was outside, Quicy immediately closed the door behind her.

He then turned to look at Queta again before happily saying, “I need your help with something. Can you lend me this room for one night? You can stay in my room in the meantime! How about that? Agreed?"

However, Queta was completely caught off guard by the question. He doesn't even know how to answer it. To be honest, he was just waiting for Gerald to come to save him and Xenia so that he could finally reunite with his family.

Since he really did not have the time or energy to spend on the people here in addition to their problems, he remained silent.

“...What does silence mean? Can't we exchange rooms for one night?” quincy asked again, his hands now at the waist.

Before he could ask for the third time, the bodyguard from before suddenly entered the room before saying in a cold voice, "Young third lady, Mr. Fenderson wants to talk to you."

"You!" quincy replied as he turned to look at the bodyguard angrily.

Moments later, Quincy stood in front of the bodyguard and slapped him hard in the face!

“How dare you kick me out! Just wait and see how I will deal with you!” quincy said as he glared at Queta one last time before hurriedly leaving, furious.

"What's wrong with you this time, Quincy?" asked Jasmine and Mindy who happened to cross paths with him.

Quincy, however, ignored them, panting as he walked past them.

As soon as Jasmine realized that Quincy was coming from the direction where her aunt's room was located, Jasmine headed to the bodyguard from earlier and casually asked, "Is there someone in aunt's room?"

“There is, oldest young lady!”

"Who is this?"

“I'm sorry, but Mr. Fenderson has prohibited me from telling anyone about the matter. I hope you won't ask me again about the person who lives inside! ” replied the bodyguard.

Taking a deep breath, Jasmine then frowned as she peered into the room where her aunt used to live.

He had noticed that his grandfather had been trying to hide something from him in the past few days. Moreover, her investigation into her aunt had only reached a midpoint when her grandfather ordered her to stop investigating.