Chapter 1432: Isn’t it a little late for that?

[The Davis Residence]

"I don’t think this is working," Mrs. Davis sighed, seated in the living area with her husband. She glanced at him from the entryway, frowning. "What if Nina hid it from him?"

Mr. Davis remained calm, casually reading a newspaper. "How long do you think she could hide it from him? Keeping a secret from your partner is a terrible start and often leads to distrust. Like I said, we just need to be patient."

"..." Mrs. Davis let out a deep sigh, eyeing the door once more.

She already knew what her husband had done to force Nina to resign from her job. That was why she expected Finn to come home last night, knowing that Nina would ask their son to stand up for her. In their eyes, Nina was nothing.

The Bennets... the entire Bennet Family might have made a name for themselves. However, Nina was not a Bennet. She was just a child, fortunate enough to taste the life of the rich. The Davis couple had already conducted a thorough background check on her after hearing how Nina had tried to harm another student as a child. To them, they already knew Nina from just a few pieces of paper.

"I don’t think this will work," Mrs. Davis said with another deep sigh. "Your son is prideful, and he will not come home easily."

"What do you want me to do?" Mr. Davis huffed and put the newspaper down. "We are already staying here, postponing any work we have because your son is finally becoming rebellious. Even though I want nothing to do with that old bastard, I have to play golf with him and pretend to enjoy it just to ensure he kicks Nina out of his company."

Displeasure was evident on his face the more he spoke. "And I can’t touch Finn’s company since he already put it under the Pierson Corporation. Unless you want me to burn more bridges, which I would, but I didn’t build my company for this."

"This is your son we’re talking about, Francis," Mrs. Davis remarked sternly. "Do you think you’re the only one who had to postpone business deals to stay in Anteca? I also have important meetings that I put on hold because of Finn."

Mr. Davis snorted. "Juliette, isn’t it a little late for that?"

"Why are you suddenly like this?" Mrs. Davis frowned deeply. "Your son is going to marry that woman, and I am not letting such a woman become a part of this family. Or don’t tell me you’ve just given up on your son?"

"If I had given up on him, I wouldn’t be sitting here," he returned, his voice stern. "Finn is my heir. However, if Nina is the one to break that, then I don’t mind compromising. As long as she lives a quiet life and uses every bit of her energy to be perfect for him—even if it’s just for appearances—I can overlook it."

Mrs. Davis’s frown deepened, looking at her husband with displeasure. Everything he said might have made sense to her, but she couldn’t accept Nina.

"Besides..." Mr. Davis continued, his eyes still on his wife. "Even if they get married, do you think it’ll last?"

"Your son already said he won’t agree to a pre-nup."

"And he’s not the only one who has a say in it."

Mrs. Davis’s brows rose slightly, catching the hint her husband had just dropped. "I see."

"If that’s all, then I have a few calls to make," he said as he pushed himself up. "Do not disturb me for now."

With that, Mr. Davis walked away to attend to work at home. Neither he nor his wife were accustomed to doing nothing, but he understood.

As Mr. Davis left, Mrs. Davis leaned back, crossing her arms as she contemplated deeply. Her husband’s readiness to compromise wasn’t surprising; for him, this was purely business. They both needed someone to take over their companies when they could no longer work.

"I can’t give up just yet," she whispered to herself, her eyes glinting. "Finn is my son, and I’m not letting a woman like that take him away from me."

Mrs. Davis then reached for her phone, dialing someone before placing it to her ear. The call rang a few times before it was picked up.

"Come here today," she said firmly. "I have a request to make, and it’s important."

The call didn’t last long as she ended it promptly after hearing the other person respond, "Okay." But before she could put her phone away, another incoming call appeared on the screen. It was her assistant.

Deep lines appeared between her brows as she answered it. "Yes?"

"Madam, the deal with JC Construction has been called off."

"What?!" Mrs. Davis quickly rose to her feet in shock. "How is that possible? We already signed a contract with them."

"We’re still trying to get a hold of anyone from JC Construction," said the voice on the other end. "They said they’d contact you directly soon, but I wanted to report this matter promptly."

Just as the assistant finished speaking, Mrs. Davis noticed her husband hastily putting on his coat and heading out.

"Where are you going?" she asked, watching him prepare to leave.

Mr. Davis turned to her coldly. "You heard it already. Why ask me?"

"Francis, JC Construction can’t just back out—"

"Do you know what happened?" Mr. Davis cut her off. "Someone stole JC Construction while we’ve been sitting idle here. And guess who’s behind it?"

He paused before continuing, his tone icy. "MC Development Corporation."

"MCDC?"

"Yes, them. And guess who they’ve recently been meeting with?" Mr. Davis’s voice grew colder. "Charles Bennet. So you can either stay here idly or let me fix this."

With that, Mr. Davis wasted no more time, heading out. As for Mrs. Davis, she slowly clenched her fists before picking up her phone.

"Book me the earliest flight and inform JC Construction that I’m coming. They’d better prepare a reasonable explanation for this, or they shouldn’t blame me for burning their bridges."

By now, Mr. and Mrs. Davis had already formulated their theory about Charles Bennet’s actions. He must have heard about what happened with Nina.

Well, Penny had said Nina and Finn could handle this. However, that didn’t mean she hadn’t confided in her father about what the Davis couple had done to Nina. If the Davises wanted to break Nina and Finn apart, they could try. But this was a warning against using underhanded means because the Bennets had their own influence to wield.