Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 298

Over the solid, resilient expanse of his chest.

Madeline was cautious, meticulous, and earnest.

It was as if she were performing an incredibly important task.

Her face was flushed red, yet Quentin's lips curled into a faint smile.

When Madeline wiped his lips, he gently nipped at her fingers.

The aloof tycoon had turned into an affectionate puppy.

Madeline didn't pull her hand back. Since her waist was firmly in his grasp, she could only let him do as he pleased.

After getting dressed, he went back to the bedroom first. Once Madeline finished freshening up, she changed into a new, thin-strapped slip dress.

Just as she walked into the bedroom.

Quentin approached.

He set down a bowl.

"Drink this delicate herbal broth and get some rest. Tomorrow, I'll take you to buy some diamonds and have them custom-made into jewelry for you. Your neck, wrists, and ankles are too bare."

Madeline sat down obediently, sipping the warm broth Quentin had prepared for her.

Quentin's fingers gently caressed her.

He hooked a finger under the thin strap on her shoulder, sliding it down to her arm, before lowering his head to kiss her neck.

The entire itinerary was arranged by Quentin. It wasn't until Madeline stepped off the private jet that she realized they were in Botswana, the diamond capital of Africa.

"Is it safe here?" Madeline asked.

After all, certain parts of Africa were notoriously unstable, with conflicts breaking out from time to time.

Quentin wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pressed her head against his chest. "With me here, it's safe."

Madeline was initially skeptical, but upon landing, she saw that the local military was there to receive them.

To her shock.

The two African military officers leading the escort were extraordinarily enthusiastic toward Quentin. Not only were they welcoming, but they were also incredibly respectful.

Speaking in heavily accented English, they kept addressing him as "Boss Q."

Quentin asked for Madeline's opinion on whether she wanted to check it out.

Madeline nodded in agreement.

She had never seen anything like it and was deeply curious to broaden her horizons.

At seven o'clock that evening, an armored military vehicle parked right on time at the hotel entrance.

Madeline changed into a simple black dress.

Quentin had said formal evening wear wasn't necessary, so she didn't overdress.

Quentin, on the other hand, changed into a dark gray linen shirt, the cuffs casually rolled up to his forearms, revealing his lean, powerful wrists.

On his wrist sat a mechanical watch worth tens of millions of dollars.

He looked relaxed yet aristocratic, as if he were taking a stroll through his own backyard rather than attending a high-stakes raw stone auction.

The military vehicle cut through the Botswana night, leaving the city lights behind and turning onto an unmarked mountain road.

The further they drove, the denser the vegetation became. Occasionally, armed sentries could be seen standing in the shadows of the trees, signaling their vehicle to pass.