Chapter 552

At noon, Noelle headed toward the cafeteria and spotted a tall figure walking in her direction.

Quentin was on the phone, his deep, cold voice carrying across the hallway. "Terminate the contract? Mr. Ford, and the reason?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a slender figure in a white coat approaching.

His voice trailed off as his gaze locked onto her.

Noelle met his stare.

They held eye contact for a few seconds, but she said nothing and turned away, continuing down the hall.

But Quentin's dark, taunting voice followed her. "Not bothered anymore? It's still pretty fun to look at when I can't sleep. Maybe later, when I'm with someone else, I'll pull it out for some extra excitement."

His lips moved so casually, spitting out those cruel words. Noelle wanted nothing more than to rip them apart.

She spun around, her tall frame trembling, her face pale, and her eyes bloodshot with anger. "Quentin, you couldn't be more disgusting!"

Quentin raised an eyebrow. "Whether I'm disgust