Rex felt his pressure was a big that a stone was lying on his back.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "Ms. Swinton, Mr. Quentin, and Mr. Wellington signed a contract on that house, and you have the right to use and distribute the house independently as long as you live here. Without your consent, even Mr. Quentin can not come in."
"Oh, I see!" Sheila raised her eyebrows and looked at Ingrid.
Ingrid sneered softly, "Since Uncle Wellington has arranged so well and meticulously, then we can't let him down."
Sheila nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, Mr. Wellington is really generous. Mr. Quentin's private villa must be very good! Ingrid, we must thank Mr. Wellington very much!"
Ingrid laughed wantonly, "That's right, help me choose a gift for Uncle Wellington later."
"Good!"
Rex didn't
