When Kevin noticed Quinn stepping out, something shifted in his eyes. He straightened up. Quinn closed the door and gestured Kevin over to him. He asked in a grave voice, "Your brother told me that you were the one who took care of things last night?” “Yes." "What happened to that man?" Kevin clenched his hands and answered with his head lowered. "Dead." He punched the man harder than he thought. It was only after he finished the call with Ivy that Kevin realized the man was dead. Quinn's expression was still as ever upon hearing this. He nodded. "Call the hotel and ask for a suite. Also, get me a new phone.” Kevin grunted, “Understood.” After Sam finished attending to his email, he noticed Quinn entering the ward again. He quickly approached Kevin. “Kev, what did the boss tell you just now?" “He told me to get him a suite in the hotel and a new phone." When Kevin looked at the closed door, his eyes darkened. “He probably knows Jen doesn’t like the smell o
Everyone in the group began texting. [Huh? Are you using internet explorer or something? Everyone saw the boss’ wedding ring a long time ago!] [Why are you so surprised? Did you manage to see his wife in person?] The receptionist was excitedly typing. There was no way her colleagues would be able to guess who the wife was and that the wife wanted to get divorced! Just as she was about to send the text, her finger hovered above the button. Something was not right. Until now, nobody knew who Mrs. Forester was, which meant the boss wanted to keep it under covers. If she broke the news, the boss would surely come for her. As she weighed the pros and cons of revealing the information, a shiver ran down her spine. She quickly deleted the text she was about to send and sent something else instead.[Huh? Does the boss wear a wedding ring? Who is he married to?] [I can tell you don’t pay attention to the news.] [Damn, I thought you saw the wife in person! Lame!] ..
Sam stayed silent for a moment before speaking. “Missus, I have been working for the boss for a long time. I know what’s going on between him and Miss Ivy as well. Trust me when I say the boss is not intentionally lenient with Miss Ivy. “It’s just that she’s the third sister-in-law in the Forester household. Besides, she’s from one of the four major families in Portica. “Right now, the boss is the master of the Foresters. He can not punish Miss Ivy no matter what she’s done because the Foresters will become the public’s laughing stock if he does. “Besides, she’s pregnant. If something happens to her because of the Foresters, I don’t think President Langham would stand for it.” Sam always assumed that Quinn had no more love left for Ivy. That was why Quinn seemed indifferent when Sam reported what had happened more than a decade ago. However, after their last visit to Portica, Sam realized he had misunderstood. There were many things Quinn had no choice over. He shot anot
Jenna closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. In another room downstairs, Kevin read Jenna's message and fidgeted against the edges of his phone. At last, he got up and grabbed the passport on the table before heading out. While sleeping, she vaguely felt the warmth of someone’s fingers against her skin and taking off her clothes. She could smell the lovely faint scent of cologne that made her giddy. With her eyes still closed, she blindly grabbed the air and caught the edges of a shirt. She held onto it tightly and leaned toward it. The man swiftly took her into his arms and put his hands on hers to calm her restlessness. He spoke in a deep voice. “Once upon a time, there was a little girl beloved by everyone. She loved a little red cap made of velvet given to her by her grandmother, and so everyone called her Little Red Riding Hood…” Jenna listened, still drowsy with sleep. She had lost interest in fairy tales when she was ten years old. However, the deep and so
Quinn briefly glanced at the text on the phone while his hands fiddled with Jenna’s hair. He stated, “I’m not the type to give up halfway through. The same applies to my agreement with others. We’ll talk about it when the time comes.” Jenna was speechless. She always thought of him as a no-hassle, efficient person. What was the meaning of this? Quinn fiddled with the hair tie for a long time. Still, he could not manage to put her hair up. His previously relaxed frown suddenly tightened again. “Is there something wrong with this hair tie? I can’t tie it properly.” Jenna was also getting annoyed with him fiddling with her hair. She turned around and snatched it from him to inspect it. Not only was it in perfect condition, but it had also never been used. Did this man even know how to tie hair? She shot a judgmental look at him before gathering her hair together. She neatly bunched them into a ponytail before tying it properly with the hair tie. Quinn looked on sil
Jenna returned to the bedroom, where she brushed her teeth and washed her face before laying on the bed. She remembered the fairy tale she heard when she slept and decided to look it up online. About an hour later, Quinn entered the bedroom. When he stepped out of the shower, Jenna showed him the phone display. [Were you telling me a fairy tale when you helped me change?] Quinn stopped drying his hair and said, “Are you a kid that needs to be pampered?” Jenna darted a suspicious look at the man. While withdrawing her phone, she considered that Quinn was not the kind who would tell fairy tales to lull someone to sleep. Besides, the version of Little Red Riding Hood she heard was far too violent and was more likely to inspire nightmares. Quinn seemed to have no work to deal with. After drying his hair, he lifted the blanket and climbed into the bed. The bed was large enough to fit five people. Jenna lay on the other side of the bed and put a barrier of pillows in
“Change into another top. One that covers your waist,” Quinn told her. [In that case, I’m not going. I didn’t want to go out anyway!] Jenna smirked before turning back into the bedroom. “There’s a VCA outlet at Moonshine Mall,” Quinn’s voice sounded behind her. “You like their ‘Galaxy’ collection, don’t you?” “It just so happens that they have a ‘Neptune’ necklace in their main branch in Frohnier. It was just shipped to their outlet this morning at eight o’clock.” It was enough to make Jenna stop. VCA’s Galaxy series was a limited edition collection. She made a point to collect them and had managed to collect three sets over the last few years. However, Shawn had someone take the jewelry set away when cleaning out the Radcliff house. “It’s hot outside today. You’ll burn if you wear a tank top." Quinn glanced at her exposed waist, “Change into a t-shirt.” He did not want strangers to stare at her waist when they went to the mall. Jenna grazed her fingers. Her
The manager glanced at Jenna’s fingers before telling her, “Wait a minute. Let me get some lubricant for you.” All this time, all she needed was some lubricant to remove it? She was delighted knowing that she would be able to take off the ring soon. When the manager returned with the tools, she immediately sat up straight on the couch. The manager smeared the lubricant all over her ring finger and into the gap between the ring and her finger. He tried for a long time until Jenna’s fingers was red from the friction but still could not take it off. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Forester, but the wedding ring fits your finger a little too well," the manager expressed helplessly. Jenna wanted to tell him that she was not Mrs. Forester, but she could not utter a sound. She could not get her phone out to type either so all she could do was to glare hatefully at the wedding ring. Perfect fit, he says? It did not hurt when she was wearing it but it was impossible to take off! When Quin