The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Of course, he suffered a lot living the way he did throughout the years.
“What if I say that Joanne... is still alive? What would you do? ” Renee swallowed slightly and observed Quinton’s expression
carefully.
Quinton turned to stare straight at Renee, and asked sharply, “Are you saying that Joanne is still alive?” “No, I’m not.
I’m just asking you about the possibility.
What would you do if she’s still alive?” “I don’t know.” Quinton shook his head and smiled bitterly.” After all, she won’t forgive me.
I’d better...” “What would you rather do?” Renee eagerly asked.
However, Quinton stopped dwelling on it, and said cryptically, “It depends on whether she’s alive or not.” “She...” At first, Renee
wanted to tell him that Joanne was still alive, but then she remembered Stefan’s reminder and went silent.
Quinton noticed the change in her expression and chuckled.
“She’s still alive, isn’t she? But you see me as a wicked demon now, so you’re worried I’ll do something to her, right?” “Well, will
you?” Renee asked cautiously.
“I can’t guarantee you anything,” Quinton said honestly.
He couldn’t tell if he was a good man or a demon, and he didn’t want to lie to his sister, so he made no promises.
“Tell me what should I do for you to end your fight with Stefan.
What will it take for you both to stop fighting each other?” It was what Renee wanted the most.
If only they could forget about their hatred and cooperate with each other to achieve a win-win solution.
But now it seemed very unlikely-even if Stefan was willing to compromise, she couldn’t guarantee that Quinton would.
“You want me to cooperate with him? It’s possible... if the profit he gives me is more than my business partner,” Quinton said
with a faint smile.
Businessmen valued profit greatly, and as long as the money was enough, they could overlook any grudges.

That was Stefan’s principle in handling things; Quinton could do the same too.
“Your business partner?” Renee knitted her brows.
“Who’s that? How much is that person willing to pay you?” Quinton checked his wristwatch and said airily, “You can ask him
yourself.
He’ll be here soon.”