Chapter 971

The heavy smell of smoke clung to Flynn, making it hard to breathe.

Startled, Queenie turned and saw it was Flynn. She wasn't particularly surprised and instead smiled politely, nodding. "Goodbye."

"Why won't you take the money I offered?" Flynn refused to leave and questioned bitterly.

It was a dumb question. Queenie had already ended things with him, so naturally, she had no reason to accept his money.

Queenie replied, "Mr. Hayes, we have no ties. I'm in no position to take your money, and there's no reason for me to do so either. Besides, if I need money, I can earn it myself."

The words "right" and "reason" brought a hint of desolation to Flynn's dark eyes. He slightly arched his back and placed a hand on a nearby column for support. "I owe you too much. That money is my way of compensating you. It's what you deserve."

Flynn's voice was low and dejected. He stood there, his lanky frame huddled like a stray dog battered by a relentless storm.

Gazing out the window, Queenie ca