Chapter 1506
After such a lovely dinner, Renee suddenly felt like calling Quinton. Usually, she'd come up with an excuse to end calls with
Quinton because of her condition, but after tonight, she felt much more relaxed. She had calmly accepted her condition, and
bravely called Quinton.
After a while, Quinton picked up her call. "Renee, why are you calling? Are you in trouble?" At that moment, Quinton was south
of the sea, gathering manpower and materials to go diving for the treasure that had suddenly capsized. He’d been feeling rather
defeated because he hadn't gotten anything, and he'd also been worrying that Renee might bump into crooks at Beach City.
Unfortunately, he couldn't go home just yet, so he was happy to see that Renee called. However, he couldn't help but feel
worried as well because Renee wouldn't call without a reason.
"You're so pessimistic, Quinton. Can't I call because I want to share something happy with you?" Renee asked teasingly as she
sat on the bean bag on the top floor and swung her legs leisurely.
"Yes, I can tell that you're happy. What happened?" A sigh of relief escaped Quinton, and he smiled.
"Hmm... How should I put it? I hired a pretty good helper at home. He does everything perfectly, and he cooks well. He doesn’t
even ask for high pay, and he works hard without complaints. I feel like I've struck the lottery!" Renee giggled
like a young girl in love, but she couldn't tell Quinton that Stefan was the helper since he was Quinton's sworn enemy.
"He's really that good?"
"He is!"
"But we've got to find loyal helpers since they're the ones taking care of us. Even if their services are cheap, it'll be troublesome if
they have ulterior motives." Quinton's instincts told him that this helper was extraordinary, but in his opinion, nothing was free in
this world. He didn't know if it was a blessing or disaster that such a perfect helper had suddenly come to Renee.
"You're overthinking, Quinton, he's just a helper. If he does a good job, I'll keep him. If not, I'll fire him. He can't try anything with
me," Renee said, smiling smugly. She felt that Quinton was too cautious, and his worries were groundless.
"But I'm still worried..." After a brief contemplation, Quinton said seriously, "Give your phone to your helper. I'll speak to him for a
bit."
"Umm... I'm not sure that's a good idea," Renee backtracked, regretting having boasted about Stefan so much. If Quinton
learned that she had gotten entangled with Stefan again, he'd be furious.
"There's nothing wrong with it if he's sincere, plus, I'm just going to talk to him on the phone. What are you afraid of if there's
nothing wrong with him?" Quinton immediately became suspicious, and tried to persuade Renee to let him talk to the helper.
Knowing she couldn't dissuade Quinton, Renee braced herself and called Stefan upstairs. "Okay, wait. I'll call him over and ask
him to call you later."
Stefan was helping the children with schoolwork in the study, but when he heard Renee call him, he hurried upstairs.