"Alright, alright, I'll do it—just stop shaking my arm, you're gonna rip it off," Felix replied.

He had always preferred friends who did not allow their status to create distance. Jack was the same way—if he needed something, he wouldn't play games; he would just call and ask directly.

Lindsay lit up with excitement. "I knew you'd come through! Angie, what do you think? Maybe you should marry him as a thank-you!"

Angie was completely stunned, wondering if Felix was serious and could even pull strings in Newtown.

Just then, Felix said, "You just need to bring that guy to see me."

Angel immediately went to the private room. Lindsay had fought to get her this chance, and she would be the biggest fool alive if she let it slip away.

Just as she reached the private dining room, a middle-aged man stepped out. She greeted, "Dad."

The man was none other than Angie's father, Carlos Sinclair. He asked, "Angie, where are you going?"

Without hesitation, Angie laid everything out.

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