982: You're Not My Match

You're Not My Match

Quan Jingzhou was already impatient from waiting. He was about to explode with anger as he looked towards the room.2

When he saw Quan Jue and Chi Jiao walking out of the room, he rubbed his eyes in shock.

For a moment, Quan Jingzhou thought he was hallucinating.

Otherwise, why would Quan Jue and Chi Jiao walk out of Mr. Oster's room?

An extremely bad feeling rose in Quan Jingzhou's heart.

"When did you get to know Mr. Oster? Quan Jue, what did you talk about just now?" Quan Jingzhou stood there with his fists clenched as he stared at him coldly.

Greg looked at the two of them in confusion and suspected that they knew each other.

Quan Jue wrapped his arm around Chi Jiao's shoulder and left without looking back.

He didn't even look at Quan Jingzhou, let alone answer his question. It was as if Quan Jingzhou didn't exist in his eyes.

Quan Jingzhou was dumbstruck.

He had been totally ignored.

Quan Jingzhou was furious and subconsciously wanted to grab him.

At this moment, Chi Jiao's cold gaze swept over.

The cold glint in her dark eyes almost pierced through Quan Jingzhou.

Mentally attacked, he instinctively staggered back.

He could clearly feel like something had crawled into his head.

As the intense pain swept through him, Quan Jingzhou had to be supported by his secretary.

"Sir, are you alright?" The secretary reached out to support his arm.

The pain quickly subsided. Quan Jingzhou felt like he was fine again.

When he looked at Chi Jiao again, she had already retracted her gaze and walked away with Quan Jue.

"Quan Jue, it's useless no matter what you do. You're not my match," Quan Jingzhou said coldly through gritted teeth.

Unfortunately, Quan Jue didn't seem to hear him and left without looking back.

Greg had been observing Quan Jingzhou the entire time.

He had never seen such a sinister expression on a person's face. It was like a wild beast that would tear a person apart at any moment!

This side of Quan Jingzhou made people feel uneasy.

"Does Mr. Quan know the gentleman from earlier?" Greg asked tentatively.

Quan Jingzhou put aside his anger and gave a fake smile. "Of course, he's my son."

Greg was surprised. But he quickly recovered and squeezed out a smile. "As expected. Like father, like son. Mr. Quan, you might not know this, but your son and Mr. Oster were in a very long discussion earlier. Ever since Madam passed away, Mr. Oster hasn't spoken to anyone at such length. You must be very proud of your son."

Greg was trying to flatter him, but Quan Jingzhou's expression turned even uglier.

Greg was confused by this.

Didn't Quan Jingzhou ask Quan Jue to come over to discuss the collaboration first? After all, they were father and son.

Quan Jingzhou did not answer Greg. He only asked with a cold expression, "Can I see Mr. Oster now?"

Greg really couldn't figure it out.

Why was this person so angry?

"Of course. Mr. Quan, please come in." Helpless, Greg could only put on a smile and invite him into the room.

When Quan Jingzhou entered, Oster was back in a calm state. His lips curled into a faint smile as he stood up and shook Quan Jingzhou's hand kindly. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

"Mr. Oster, you're too polite." Quan Jingzhou and Oster took their seats.

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