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!"

nervously continued. "You asked me

lowered his voice, moving to the balcony

tailing him for a few days and discovered that he does nothing

resorts to asking for money at home whenever he

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

up for him when he was ill,

his medical bills.

a brother deserving of the

joints paled as he gripped his

something else," the assistant said. "He

"Did

her indeed. Even if we got the

belonged to the Quimby

surrounded

did they talk about?"

they met once throughout

pulled over while

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