Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2900

After a brief moment of eye contact, Sylvia looked away and smiled softly. “There’s no rush to change my last name,” she said. “It’s just so complicated—there are all my documents, my company’s legal records, the seals, and so much more. It would be a hassle.”

Old Mr. Quintin replied, “It’ll have to be done eventually. Don’t worry about it; I’ll have someone handle everything for you.”

Old Mr. Jarvis smiled and turned to Gabriel. “Gab, what do you think?”

Gabriel’s expression was as cool and impassive as ever. “This is Sylvia’s decision. My opinion doesn’t matter.”

Sylvia’s eyelashes fluttered as she turned to look at the flowers in the garden. Under the deepening dusk, the magnolia blossoms that had been so vibrant by day now seemed tinged with a sense of solitude.

Georgia glanced at the two of them, then smiled. “If she doesn’t change her last name, she can still be officially registered with the family. There’s no need to hurry on that. But what about the family gathering? When should we hold it?”

Mr. Carnes spoke up, “A gathering like that takes planning—how many guests to invite, and who to invite.”

Old Mr. Quintin immediately shifted his attention. “I want to write all the invitations myself!”

Mr. Carnes added, “Then we’ll need even more time to prepare.”

Georgia looked at the calendar. “Let’s do it at the end of the month. We can start preparing and send out the invitations first.”

It was already mid-May, so there were just over ten days left until the end of the month.

She turned to Sylvia. “Nana, how does that sound to you?”

Sylvia nodded. “Whatever you and Grandpa decide is fine with me. I have no objections.”

“Then it’s settled,” Mr. Carnes said. “As for the name change, since Sylvia thinks it’s a hassle, I think we can wait until after the family gathering.”

Old Mr. Quintin guessed what Old Mr. Jarvis was thinking and was about to object, but Sylvia spoke up. “Then I’ll go along with Old Mr. Jarvis’s suggestion.”

Old Mr. Quintin could only swallow his words in frustration.

Just then, a servant entered. “Sir, Mr. Mullins has arrived!”

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