Quinn raised his brow. His eyes were dark under the golden-rimmed glasses.
He was the CEO of the Grand Group. Many people tried hard to meet him but failed.
However, in her eyes, he wasn't as important as a dog and 100 dollars.
For the first time, he had felt that he was neglected. It made him feel bad.
"Woof woof..." Misty barked at that time, showing her resistance and dissatisfaction.
Isabella hurried to cover her mouth. "Misty, be quiet. Let me talk to him. He's a decent man and won't be unreasonable."
Quinn looked at them. After a while, he said in a low voice, "I don't hate her or want you to sell her."
Isabella was surprised.
Quinn said, "Now that she's your pet, I will try to accept her."
Isabella pressed her lips. "Thank you!"
Quinn said nothing more. He ate breakfast gr
