Maisie's heart pounded as she pushed against Daniel's muscular chest, doing her best to create distance. However,

the feeble attempt seemed more like a tease.

Daniel threw himself onto her and captured her flushed earlobe with a kiss, feeling her tiny frame shake in his

embrace.

"Maisie..." he whispered huskily into her ear, "Can I?"

She shut her eyes, too nervous to respond verbally. He smirked, interpreting her reaction as silent consent.

Yet, just as he was about to proceed, his phone rudely interrupted with an extra blaring ringtone that echoed

through the room, incessantly ringing.

Maisie opened her eyes, her cheeks still flushed. "Pick it up," she said.

With a sigh, Daniel reluctantly distanced himself from her.

It was his assistant calling, and Daniel answered with irritation. "What is it?!"

The assistant hesitated. "Mr. Quimby, um..."

"Spit it out!"

"You

his voice, moving to the balcony to

a few days and discovered that he does nothing apart

of purpose, and he resorts to asking for money at home whenever he loses

face darkened. The revelation didn't surprise him—Owen had exhibited

and even mistreating his sister. Yet, Maisie had stood up for him when he was ill,

his medical bills.

such a brother deserving of the immense

paled as he gripped

found something else," the assistant said. "He met

surprised. "Did you guys make

her indeed. Even if we got the wrong person, we

It belonged to

Suspicion surrounded

What did they talk

The assistant paused. "We only saw that they met once throughout

Ms. Camila pulled over while Owen went

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