"archbishop."
"archbishop."
When people saw him, they greeted him respectfully.
Before he pushed the door open, his cell phone vibrated in his suit pocket.
He didn't rush in, but read the message slowly.
[I heard you're going to vote?]
As a man who presides over the church in the Privy Council, his personal mobile phone number is very private and few people can get his private number.
The number that sent him the message was from Independent Continent. There was no note, just a string of numbers that had not been saved.
Quentin looked at the incoherent questions sent by the other party, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes. He was not surprised.
He had found his own flesh and blood three months ago and sent people to visit him, but his son had a stubborn temper and was too stubborn to care about anything. This was the first time the other party had contacted him in three months.
He lowered his head and took his phone, leisurely editing the message and replying.
[so what?]
It took a full minute for the other end to reply: [She saved my life.]
Quentin looked at the six short words on his phone, and a subtle electric current seemed to flow through his cold heart.
He is not a person who cares about feelings.
Including parent-child relationship.
If he hadn't been so old and hadn't had no children, he wouldn't even look for the woman with whom he had had a brief affair.
Xu Yi was just an accident to him.
They had never even met or communicated.
But sometimes blood ties are really a magical thing. Quentin pulled the corner of his mouth, and a hint of complexity appeared on his cold and arrogant face.
[Oh, I'll find a chance to thank her.]
After sending the message, he checked the time on his phone and without further delay pushed the door open and entered the Senate.
…
He was the last person to come in, and the key person to decide the outcome of the day. Since Quentin came in, he has received attention from all sides.
However, he was used to many storms and ignored the inquiring gazes on him. He walked over and sat in his seat.
"Quentin, Mr. Lei asked me to say hello to you on his behalf." As soon as he sat down, Jacob came forward and whispered.
He looked to the left and his gaze met that of the hook-nosed old man, who smiled at him in a friendly manner.
He nodded and looked away, saying calmly, "I understand."
Jacob was his right-hand man. Seeing his attitude, he asked him, "There is one minute left before the voting begins. Archbishop, which side should we vote for?"
Quentin's phone vibrated again.
He thought it was a message from Xu Yi, so he took the time to take it out and take a look. Unexpectedly, it was not a message from Xu Yi, but a message from the shadow beside the Queen.
[Archbishop, the Queen and I are waiting for your good news.]
"Tsk." Quentin's eyes turned cold. He looked away, turned off the light on his phone screen, and put it back in his pocket: "Vote against it."
The Archbishop is going to oppose Qiao Nian's entry into the Privy Council
Jacob was stunned and looked over subconsciously.
There was no emotion on the man's mature face. He was always so rational and cold, as if nothing could shake his rationality...
He thought the archbishop would choose to help Qiao Nian because of his son.
"Okay." He lowered his head and agreed silently.
…
After Quentin said this, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
However, he selectively ignored this uncomfortable feeling and still put his own interests first.
(End of this chapter)