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 asked me

the balcony to shield Maisie

few days and discovered that he does nothing apart from

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

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

Maisie had stood up for him when he was ill, selling her body to

his medical bills.

brother deserving of the immense

joints paled as

found something else," the assistant said. "He

was surprised. "Did

way." The assistant was confident. "It was her indeed. Even if

plate. It belonged

was dumbfounded. Suspicion surrounded him

did they talk

that they met once throughout the time we followed

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

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