"You’re quite comfortable," Jared Quinn sneered coldly, retracting his leg, causing lody Thorne to imdiately fall toward the ground.
She scread, hugging Jared Quinn’s thigh, and promptly landed on Jared Quinn’s leather shoe.
"Jared Quinn, are you not bored?" lody Thorne looked up angrily at the man above her.
"Explain," Jared Quinn tossed two words at her again, "Isn’t it good for to give you face at the Quinn Family? Must you make show you a cold face?"
"Yes, I just like watching you show a cold face, is that not okay?" lody Thorne released him and stood up.
"lody Thorne," Jared Quinn stepped closer, raising her chin, "I’m not satisfied with your explanation, say it again."
"Even if I’m lying, you still want to hear it?"
"Yes."
lody Thorne sighed, "I’m just afraid that soone is deliberately trying to deal with today, even the lights fell. If you’re too nice to , others might use to deal with you."
In fact, her existence was a major vulnerability for Jared Quinn.
Jared Quinn looked down at the petite woman who only reached his shoulder, her expression was very serious, and she wasn’t wrong in her considerations.
"So are you concerned about ?" Jared Quinn moved a step forward, tightening his grip around her waist and pulling her toward him, "Is that it?"
lody Thorne "..."
"Do you still love ?"
lody Thorne "..."
"Admit it, lody Thorne, you love just like before, otherwise you wouldn’t consider at all," he affird even more.
lody Thorne "No, don’t overthink it, I just don’t want to get involved in your high-society battles."
"No, you clearly still love ," Jared Quinn’s slender finger tapped her small nose, "Don’t deny it, everything you’ve done has exposed all your previous disguises."
lody Thorne "...You’re sick."
"As long as you have the cure," Jared Quinn pressed her against himself, holding her tightly,
lowering his head to kiss her lips, one large hand mischievously slipping from her clothes around her waist into her clothes.
Harold Chapman had been waiting outside for a while, but the people inside hadn’t let him in.
"Young Master Harold, why don’t you knock on the door?" The hypnotist had lost his patience, "I have many other patients waiting for treatnt, or should we reschedule in a few days?"
"Wait, just a mont longer, they should be out soon." Harold Chapman walked to the door, pressing his ear against it, but he didn’t hear any movent.
Inside, on the large bed, Jared Quinn continually poured alcohol into lody Thorne until she was drunkenly asleep. Only then did the man get up from the bed, straighten his clothes, and open the door.
Upon hearing the sound from inside, Harold Chapman had already straightened up. Outside, Leon Rivers and the hypnotist were also waiting.
"Co in, she’s asleep."
The three entered, instantly slling the strong scent of alcohol. How could she have been coaxed to sleep? Clearly, she had been forcibly made drunk.
The hypnotist perford a simple hypnosis on lody Thorne, as she was already intoxicated, so there was no need for a deep one.
"Young Master Quinn, what do you want to know?"
Jared Quinn stared at the sleeping woman on the bed, recalling the nonsensical things she had said earlier, about him killing her, humiliating her, and so on.
"I’d like to know so things she’s hiding about ."
Because the things she ntioned before were utterly nonexistent.
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