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“If so, guess it’s my loss then!” Thorne thumbed up to Vincent secretly but showed a regretful expression on the surface. “Vincent, you are a good man. It looks like I’ll have to respect your decision. President Quincy, Miss Quincy, you are lucky to have him. Lad, please remember that I’ll keep the door open for you no matter when!” “Thank you, President Elliot. We should go now.” Vincent said and then held Clare’s hand before going out. Thorne blinked at Vincent at this time, which was noticed by Clare. But before she could ask anything, Vincent took her out. Matthew drove the car again, putting the celadon tea set aside since he failed to give it to Thorne. The four of them drove out of the Elliot Group unhurriedly. “Oh my god... Tell me I’m not dreaming!” Matthew was still in a daz