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!"

continued. "You asked me to

moving to the balcony to shield Maisie from the

tailing him for a few days and discovered that he

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

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

Maisie had stood up

his medical bills.

brother deserving of the immense sacrifices Maisie had

as he gripped

else," the assistant said. "He met with Ms.

was surprised. "Did you guys make a

The assistant was confident. "It was her indeed. Even if we got the wrong person, we recognized

belonged to the Quimby

dumbfounded. Suspicion surrounded him

meet? What did they talk

saw that they

pulled over while Owen went over to talk. It lasted less

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