Chapter 132 Have You Thought It Through?

"President, it's too obvious if you continue this." Quentin could not help but remind Zayn. "As long as she's happy." Zayn withdrew his gaze and resumed what he was doing earlier. Lindsey was indeed happy, but she felt that Denarius' reaction was a little strange. Although she knew that these small moves would not hurt Denarius' fundamentals, she was looking forward to having some real competition with Zayn Guggenheim. However, Denarius was not the slightest bit concerned and even let her take their business. This made Lindsey feel impotent like she was punching a sack of cotton. That day after work, Zayn went back to the Guggenheim mansion. The old man was in a wheelchair being pushed by Mrs. Wendy as they took a stroll in the garden. It was early April. The garden was lush and green, which was very soothing to the eyes. When Mrs. Wendy saw Zayn return, her eyes lit up. Her face was beaming and she could not hide the excitement in her voice. "Young Master!" Zayn was walking to