Chapter 116 Picking a Fight

"What a narrow and dirty alley! It's so impoverished here!" The one speaking was none other than Fiona, whom Wynter had met at the hotel. She was holding a rich young lady who had her lips pursed. "Ms. Naomi, you didn't have to come here yourself. How could there be a genius doctor in such a horrible environment?" "Aunt Fiona, stop saying that." Naomi was wearing a long dress. Walking along the asphalt road in her heels was indeed inconvenient. "I'm just doing this to show some respect for Mr. Lloyd." Fiona sighed. "Ms. Naomi, you're the adoptive daughter of the Quinnwell family. All the shares in the company will be yours in the future. Do you have to care about a manager like him?" "Aunt Fiona." Naomi frowned a little. She stopped Fiona from saying anything more. "I have brothers at home. The company should be theirs." Fiona realized that she had spoken too much as well. She looked at the bodyguards who were following them nearby. "That's right. I shouldn't have said that!"