Walker Grant hmphed and said bluntly, "William Quinn called me many times today, asking me to help him find a girl. He said she slept with him and then ditched him, refusing to take any responsibility. He insisted I find her, and he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. So, here I am."
With that, he looked at Iris Yates, a teasing look appearing on his handsome face. "William Quinn really likes you."
Iris Yates’s eyes widened slightly. "What the hell are you talking about? I don’t even know this person!"
She grabbed Chloe Reed’s hand. "Chloe, this damn scumbag is going to sell me out! What do I do? Is it too late to call the police?!"
Walker Grant looked at Chloe Reed with a leisurely air.
He had already guessed she came to find Iris today because Iris must have called and told her about her predicament.
Meanwhile, a complicated look crossed Chloe Reed’s face.
Walker Grant said, "You slept with a man last night. He’s tall, with blue eyes, and of mixed-race."
As she listened to him, Iris Yates’s eyes widened in disbelief.
"His name is William Quinn. He only just arrived in the country and, for certain reasons, can’t leave for the time being," Walker Grant added with a show of kindness. "He and I have some business. As it stands, I just need to hand you over to him, and I’ll get what I want. It’s a risk-free, profitable venture."
"No."
Chloe Reed immediately spoke up, her expression exceptionally grave as she stared at him. "You can’t do that."
Walker Grant, however, drawled, "As a guest, am I at least entitled to a glass of water?"
Iris finally understood!
He was threatening her!
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