For the first time since agreeing to marry Quentin Tyler, Jennifer Sullivan had the best sleep she’d had in a long time.
The next morning, she dressed in professional attire, applying only light makeup to highlight her features, making herself look both polished and intelligent.
After all, she had to face Vanessa Tyler, a formidable woman, and if the handover didn’t go smoothly, she wouldn’t be able to keep the company’s employees in line.
If Mrs. Eleanor and Quentin Tyler were disappointed in her, if they decided she was no longer useful, she’d surely be cast out of the Tyler Family.
Quentin had already dressed and stood watching her as she busied herself, a subtle smile playing on his lips.
After they had breakfast with Mrs. Eleanor, they left together. Jennifer drove, using the GPS
