Walker Grant’s dark, almond-shaped eyes softened. He leaned down and gently kissed the corner of her forehead, a place in his heart lting completely.
’This is perfect. She’s letting go of her hostility, slowly accepting him, and getting back together with him.’
"..."
William Quinn had t with nearly a hundred won over the past two days, yet he still hadn’t found the one who had slept with him.
He called Nathaniel Monroe in a fit of irritation. He needed to see Walker Grant!
Nathaniel Monroe, still half-asleep, mumbled, "Walker’s very busy. He doesn’t have ti to deal with you. It’s late, you should just go to sleep."
William Quinn let out a sinister laugh. "Then maybe I’ll go look for Chloe Reed. I bet he won’t be so busy then, will he?"
"Are you out of your goddamn mind?!" Nathaniel Monroe shot up in bed, grabbing at his hair in frustration as he started yelling. "You slept with a girl, so what? She left, which ans she doesn’t want you to take responsibility! Why are you so obsessed with finding her? What, are you a virgin? You have so kind of virginity complex where whoever takes your first ti has to be responsible for you or sothing?"
"Yes."
William Quinn’s tone was dead serious. "She took my first ti. She has to be responsible for ."
"What?!"
Nathaniel Monroe could hardly believe his ears. "Your first ti? You can’t be serious. Mr. Quinn, a man of your status... you were still a virgin?"
’In his mind, a man as sophisticated and devilishly charming as William Quinn was the archetypal playboy. Especially after living abroad in countries where sex is treated so casually; people there don’t care about things like virginity at all.’
’But he never, ever would have guessed that it was actually William Quinn’s first ti!’
"Hah. Promiscuous people are disgusting, n and won alike," William Quinn sneered. "You’re not one of those disgusting people, are you?"
Nathaniel Monroe swore. "What I do is none of your business. Didn’t you want to find Walker? I’ll give you his number."
With that, he hung up and sent him Walker Grant’s number.
At two in the morning, just as Walker Grant stepped out of the hospital room, his phone vibrated. He pulled it out and saw an unknown number, but it looked familiar.
’It was William Quinn’s number. Walker had reviewed all the arrangents made for William’s arrival in the country.’
’Why would he be calling so late?’
"Hello?"
Walker Grant answered, his tone icy.
"Mr. Grant, when are you going to deliver on what you promised ?" William Quinn’s irritated voice ca through the phone.
Walker Grant said, "You t her at a bar. There are so many people at a bar, how could I possibly find her that quickly?"
William Quinn scoffed. "That just ans you’re not capable enough. If we were back in my country..."
"You’d be able to find her in minutes, is that right?" Walker Grant’s tone was flat. "In that case, do a favor, and I’ll put more effort into finding her for you."
William Quinn paused, then suddenly exploded with rage. "You’re completely untrustworthy! We already made a deal, and now you’re adding new conditions? With a personality like yours, it’s no wonder your wife doesn’t like you!"
Walker Grant’s almond-shaped eyes narrowed dangerously. In a cold voice, he said, "Watch your mouth. Or do you want to never find her?"
"You despicable bastard!" William Quinn cursed through gritted teeth. "What do you want to find?"
Walker Grant said, "I’ll send you the file. Have your people look into it. I want a detailed report of what happened."
William Quinn said stiffly, "I know!"
He imdiately added, "And the girl who took my virginity? When on earth are you going to find her for ?"
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