She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 124

Did that bitch Quinn really think using Grandma Evelyn could keep her tied to Miles forever?

In her dreams!

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The next afternoon, Quinn looked incredibly vibrant, as if she hadn't been injured at all.

Her features were stunning and refined, her fair skin glowing under the light, and her clear eyes were perfectly framed by her glasses.

Her calm gaze radiated a sharp, professional aura, blending a gentle elegance with a subtle, untouchable coldness.

Alongside Eleanor and Mr. Sinclair, she successfully facilitated the signing of the initial investment contract with Mr. Charles. Mr. Charles announced he would be visiting Fairmont for a site inspection the following month.

Mr. Sinclair warmly welcomed the idea, and Mr. Charles specifically requested that Quinn serve as his interpreter again.

Eleanor sensed that Mr. Charles had developed quite a fondness for Quinn and whispered to her.

"Quinn, Mr. Charles definitely treats you differently than everyone else."

Quinn's expression shifted, a wave of awkwardness washing over her.

"Could we maybe find a replacement translator for that trip?"

Eleanor patted her back gently. "We'll figure it out when we get back."

That evening, shortly after Quinn returned to her hotel room, Miles showed up.

Seeing his face, Quinn immediately tried to shut the door, but he blocked it with his arm.

"What do you want?"

Hunter appeared right behind Miles, holding a jewelry box and wearing a perfectly professional smile.

"Ms. Avery, this is a gift from Mr. York."

Miles stepped inside uninvited. With his broad shoulders and long legs, he casually took a seat, elegantly crossing his legs.

He naturally exuded a commanding, aristocratic presence, and his tone carried the undeniable authority of someone used to being in charge.

"I told you I would compensate you, and I always keep my word."

Quinn had no desire to entertain either the master or the servant. She simply grabbed her clothes and headed for the bathroom to shower.

Seeing her treat him like thin air, Miles's expression darkened, his voice dropping to a freezing chill.

Hunter remained silent. If you're not blind, why did you ask me?

Miles stood up, his long legs carrying him out of the room in a storm of anger.

"Mr. York, what about the jewelry?"

"Do you really need to ask me that?"

Hunter murmured an acknowledgment. If the boss said it was a gift, it was staying right here.

He raised his voice slightly toward the bathroom door. "Ms. Avery, I've left the jewelry on the coffee table for you. Mr. York has left."

With that, he walked out and gently closed the door behind him.

Miles stormed back to his presidential suite, his expression thunderous. That woman was pushing her luck.

He had graciously brought her expensive jewelry, and she had treated him like he didn't even exist.

He tugged roughly at his cuffs, a surge of intense frustration gnawing at him.

She was going to pay for this later.