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!"

about Owen." The assistant nervously continued. "You asked

moving to the balcony to shield Maisie from the

for a few days and discovered that he

to asking for money at home

surprise him—Owen had

mistreating his sister. Yet, Maisie had stood up for him when he was ill, selling her body

his medical bills.

of the immense sacrifices Maisie had

as he gripped

something else," the assistant said. "He met

surprised. "Did you

indeed. Even if we got

belonged to the

dumbfounded. Suspicion surrounded him

What did they

paused. "We only saw that they met once throughout the

they met on the street. Ms. Camila pulled over while

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