Chapter 575

Noelle paused mid-step, her gaze shifting to the half-open door of the private room, where Quentin's inscrutable dark eyes were watching her.

She blinked, her expression cold and distant. "Do as you please, Mr. Lowe."

With that, she walked away.

Frustration surged in Quentin's chest, and he downed a large gulp of his drink.

Zion chuckled. "You're not groveling enough, man! Haven't you heard of the dramatic saga of chasing after one's wife when it was too late? You've gotta turn yourself into a total simp if you want her back!"

Quentin shot him a withering look.

Not groveling enough?

If that's what it took, he could definitely lower himself further.

Half an hour later, Quentin stepped out of the private room.

Zion had already left, and just then, Christian and his group were emerging from the room next door.

Christian's eyes followed Quentin's tall figure.

Sensing his gaze, Quentin turned his head, their eyes locking—silent sparks flickering between them.

Quentin lit a ci