CHAPTER 145
CEO
Nashâs words also caught Quincy off guard.
Quincy thought to himself, âNo, it couldnât be. Linda was pregnant, and she was the woman from that night. The child must be his.â
âLetâs go,â Nash suddenly said.
âOkay,â Quincy started the car.
Nash frowned. âI meant get out of the car!â
âMr. York, donât you have a meeting to attend? Theyâre all waiting, and thereâs too many people here!â Quincy observed the crowded area, knowing it would be congested.
It wasnât unusual for Nina to be here, but for him to come without security clearing the area, given his typical lifestyle habits, he wouldnât fancy going this route. Nash stared at Quincy calmly and said, âDonât you enjoy places like this?â
âHuh?â Quincy was taken aback. Since when did he like coming to places like this? But seeing Nashâs sharp gaze, he could only nod. âYes, yes, I enjoy coming here.â âAlright, letâs get out!â Nash turned his gaze outside.
He got out of the car first, watching the bustling crowd, unable to fathom why so many people would gather in a place like this. All for a few minutes of fireworks?
A hint of disdain appeared on Nashâs face involuntarily.
âWatch out, Mr. York!â Quincy watched anxiously from the side, afraid of someone bumping into him and clearing a path for him.
Nash walked briskly, his gaze closely following Nina. Seeing her happily tossing hoops with Scott, he frowned. He didnât quite understand how playing with such a simple game could bring them so much joy. Nina had fifty hoops in her hand. Four bucks for fifty hoops was quite a bargain.
She wanted the brown bear soft toy at the back, the largest soft toy there. It was also the most difficult to hook.
People always wanted the best, even in ring-toss games.
âI canât hook it.â Nina didnât know
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how many hoops she had thrown. She had spent twenty bucks. Two hundred and fifty hoops. She persisted just for that brown bear
soft toy at the back. No matter what,
she couldnât hook it.
The shopkeeper couldnât bear to watch anymore and said, âMiss, why donât you give up on that one? There are other soft toys over there that would suit you.â
âI donât want any other, I just want that one.â Nina didnât want to give up. Perhaps with a little more effort, she could hook it.
It was the first time the shopkeeper
had seen someone like her. If she couldnât hook it, it was as if she was giving away money for free. From his perspective, it was a good thing, but seeing a young girl working so hard for a soft toy made him feel guilty.
Seeing her determination, Scott wanted to help her. âGive me fifty hoops, boss.â
âSure.â
Scott took the hoops and tossed them, but none of them hooked. However, Nina could tell he was trying to help her get that brown bear soft toy. Suddenlyâ¦
âYou got it, you got it!â Nina exclaimed excitedly.
Scott tossed the fifth hoop, finally hooking the brown bear soft toy. Statistically, it was difficult to hook the last one, and it had to be perfectly balanced on its head. Scott accomplished it this way.
Nina was ecstatic to see the hoop around the soft toyâs head, nearly jumping for joy. She looked at Scott, forgetting everything else, just feeling happy, and gave him a hug. Bang!
The toy gun from the next stall went off.
The shopkeeper from the adjacent stall was almost scared out of his wits and immediately exclaimed, âSir, where are you shooting? You almost hit me in the head! Although itâs a toy gun, itâs still quite powerful!â
It was the first time he had encountered someone aiming a gun at him. Was this person an enemy?
Nashâs attention was entirely focused on them, and he couldnât see the balloons in front of him.
He also didnât hear what the shopkeeper said, firing another shot.