Chloe Reed’s fingers twitched. She got up, sat down beside him, and started drinking the soup.
It was delicious—just the way she liked it.
But she hated Walker Grant’s methods.
’To force her hand, he’d just blurted it out, not caring who was around!’
’Was that something he could just say out loud?!’
’If Claire Monroe found out about William Quinn and Iris Yates, could Nathaniel Monroe and Iris Yates’s wedding still go on?’
Walker Grant watched her drink her soup, the corners of his lips curving up. He said to Claire Monroe, "It’s nothing. We’ve just been reading a novel recently. The story is pretty interesting."
Claire Monroe immediately lost interest and quipped, "You read novels? I never would have guessed."
Walker Grant said, "A lot of novels are about winning a woman back. I’m taking notes."
"Pfft..."
Chloe Reed finished her bowl of soup and said, "It’s actually quite good."
Walker Grant didn’t press the issue and simply began to eat his own meal.
Fortunately, he didn’t make them wait long. After the meal, they headed for the villa on the outskirts of the city.
The basement was brightly lit under the cover of night.
Miles Hawthorne was barely breathing. Covered in blood and filth, he was a wretched sight.
A bodyguard carried over a bucket of cold water and dumped its entire contents on him.
The shock jolted him awake. He struggled to open his eyes and saw Walker Grant and Chloe Reed, along with a woman he didn’t recognize.
Claire Monroe walked over and circled him twice before speaking. "How pathetic."
Miles Hawthorne’s entire body went taut. He sensed danger.
He looked toward Chloe Reed, his voice a raw rasp. "You... Why haven’t you killed me yet..."

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