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!"

assistant nervously continued. "You

voice, moving to the balcony to shield Maisie

been tailing him for a few days and discovered

life seems devoid of purpose, and he resorts to asking for money at home

surprise him—Owen had exhibited

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

his medical bills.

a brother deserving of the

joints paled as he gripped

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

"Did you guys

her indeed. Even if we got

plate. It belonged to the

was dumbfounded. Suspicion surrounded him like

did they meet? What did

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

Camila pulled over while Owen went over to talk.

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