"Are you done?"
Chloe Grant had delivered her tirade with passionate indignation, only for Seth Quinn to et it with such a nonchalant question.
"I was tied up earlier, so I asked Miles to go and help her. It was my idea for him to claim he was her boyfriend. The purpose was to clear her na.
Is there a problem with that?"
"As for who she has a crush on, that has no effect on . And for her, it can only be a thing of the past. Once she beca my woman, her only identity is as my woman. From now on, the only person she’s allowed to like is !
That is none of your concern!"
With that, Seth Quinn didn’t spare Chloe Grant another glance. He picked up his phone, dialed the intercom, and summoned Chase Childs.
Chase Childs knocked and entered monts later. Seth Quinn shot a cool glance at Chloe Grant and ordered, "As of today, Aegis is to completely blacklist Chloe Grant. Also, tell our lawyers to sue her for slander and defamation. Push for the maximum possible sentence.
Furthermore, conduct a thorough investigation at The Nymphaea. Anyone who participated in this affair is to be held accountable—no exceptions!
Now, throw her out!"
Chase Childs was stunned. ’Why the sudden order to blacklist Chloe Grant?’ He wanted to ask what "this affair" was, but he didn’t dare. He knew his boss well enough to see that President Quinn was in a towering rage. If he pressed the issue, he’d likely get an earful himself.
’Better to wait until he calms down and then ask for the details.’
So, Chase Childs nodded. Not daring to delay for a second, he grabbed Chloe Grant and began to drag her out.
The sudden pull snapped Chloe Grant out of her stupor. She began to struggle frantically. "Let go of ! Let go! President Quinn, you can’t do this to ! What did I do wrong? The one who should be blacklisted is Clara Grant! It’s Clara Grant...!"
Amidst her hysterical screams, Chase Childs had already dragged her out the door.
Seth Quinn watched the office door swing shut. The restraint vanished from his expression. He lowered his head, his gaze falling back onto the photographs on his desk.
His eyes were bloodshot. ’So this is Clara Grant!’ he thought. ’She’s in love with Miles?’
’I could have tolerated it before, but she’s my wife now. How dare she openly seduce her own brother-in-law after taking the title of Mrs. Quinn?!’
’Good. Just great!’
BANG!
With a heavy thud, Seth Quinn’s right fist slamd down on the desk...
...
After having dinner with Miles Quinn, Clara Grant took a taxi ho. Her mother was still at the hospital with Cherie, so the apartnt was empty.
She had wanted to go to the hospital, but when she called her mother, she was told not to co over. Instead, she just needed to prepare dinner at ho and bring it to Cherie at the hospital.
Seeing that it was still early, Clara Grant opened her script and began to study it diligently. Filming was starting soon, and she still wasn’t familiar enough with the material.
When her phone rang, Clara Grant finally lifted her head after who knows how long. She rolled her sore neck and glanced at the wall clock. Without realizing it, she had been studying for nearly three hours.
She picked up her phone and saw an unfamiliar number. She was about to ignore it, but hesitated for a mont before answering.
"Hello?"
She had just spoken when a low, deep voice ca from the other end. "Where are you?"
Clara Grant hadn’t expected it to be Seth Quinn. She paused for a mont before replying, "At ho. Why?"
"Co downstairs."
"What?"
"I’m giving you two minutes to get downstairs. If you don’t, I’ll leak the news of our marriage to the dia, and then everyone will know..."
Clara Grant bit her lip in resentnt. She slamd the phone down, tossed her script aside, and bolted downstairs.
’That brute! All he ever does is threaten !’
By the ti she reached the ground floor, she was out of breath. She spotted Seth Quinn’s car imdiately and ran over. Before she could say a single word, he opened the passenger door and said coldly, "Get in."
Clara Grant rolled her eyes but got in the car.
Once she caught her breath, she glanced out the window before asking, "Why are you here? Is sothing wrong? If you had sothing to say, you could have just said it on the phone."
She waited for a long ti after she spoke, but Seth Quinn didn’t respond. Puzzled, she turned to look at him, only to find him staring at her intently.
His expression was unreadable, yet it felt heavy with aning.
She touched her face, about to ask, ’What’s wrong?’ but before she could get the words out, Seth Quinn was already leaning in. A second later, his lips found hers in a firm, unerring kiss.
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