Iris Yates froze, her eyes instinctively flicking to Chloe Reed.
Chloe Reed, however, was frowning at Walker Grant. With his leisurely, self-satisfied air, it was clear he had no intention of leaving.
She lowered her gaze and let out a weary breath. "I’ll get it ready with you," she said.
’I still don’t know what his game is or what he wants in return, so I can’t afford to make an enemy of him just yet.’
The two of them went into the guest room. Iris pulled out a fresh set of sheets and a duvet cover. As they began to change the bedding, she asked, "Chloe, is what he said true? Or is he lying?"
Chloe Reed shot her a complicated look. "I’ve met William Quinn," she said. "He really is mixed-race. Blue eyes, very sharp, handsome features."
The color drained from Iris’s face. She clutched the bedsheet in her hands and said hesitantly, "But... if it already happened, can’t we just let it go? Why is he still looking for me?"
Chloe’s expression grew serious. "There’s something wrong with him. He’s not mentally stable. I’m telling you, stay away from him."
Iris nodded quickly. "Okay, okay, I’ll listen to you."
After they finished changing the bedding, the two of them walked out to find Walker on his phone, typing out a message.
A few moments later, there was a knock on the door.
Iris jumped, her head snapping toward Walker. "Did you tell him?" she demanded. "Did you call him here?"
Walker shot her a cool glance before walking over to open the door. It was his bodyguard, holding a first-aid kit.
Seeing this, Iris immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
’Thank god. It’s not William Quinn.’
Walker looked at Chloe Reed. "I need my dressing changed."
Chloe Reed took the first-aid kit and went into the guest room.

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