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

a few days and discovered that he does nothing

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

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

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

his medical bills.

a brother deserving of the immense

joints paled as he gripped

we found something else," the assistant

He was surprised. "Did you guys

confident. "It was her indeed. Even if

It belonged

was dumbfounded. Suspicion surrounded him

What did they talk about?"

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

pulled over while Owen went

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