A middle-aged man alighted from a Rolls-Royce not far away, striding towards Nolan Quinn.
He was dressed in a fitting suit, his temples graying, his beard neatly trimmed, and his hair meticulously groomed.
He carried an air of authority, especially with his stern expression, which heightened his imposing aura.
Upon seeing the newcomer, Owen Phillips' face underwent a drastic change, while Nolan, tilting his head and raising an eyebrow, looked on.
At that moment, Linnea Woods burst out, "What nonsense are you spouting? This building belongs to The Phillips Company, why wouldn't it bear the Phillips name? Saying it bears the Quinn name... are you insinuating this building belongs to Nolan Quinn? Are you out of your mind? Did Nolan Quinn hire you to act this part?"
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