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She scowled at him, turning pale. "You!"

Flynn’s mouth curled into a slight smile. "Am I mistaken? Are you not in a relationship? Yes, exactly—he is a cripple. You can't possibly be having an affair, is there?"

When Flynn brought up Clarence’s infirmity, Stella became enraged. Her palm trembled from holding her coffee spoon so firmly. "Mr. Flynn, is it really the gentlemanly thing to speak poorly of others behind their backs?"

"What?" Flynn sneered as he sat back in his chair and crossed his arms. "Isn't this a well-known fact? Clarence’s granddad would have no trouble finding a woman for him if he weren't crippled. However, it is useless. He is totally disabled. Isn't that a girl's curse? But if he's impotent, you can tell him I don't mind doing it for him."

She flung her cup of scalding coffee in his face, unable to listen to another word. She snarled through clinched teeth, giving him a fierce look. "You're just a playboy, nothing more. What gives you the right to judge othe