She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 260

But Quinn didn't need it, nor did she feel the need to explain to him that she was an elite professional in this field.

She rejected him coldly. "I don't need it!"

The room was already small, and as the two of them wrestled over the book, a stray elbow knocked against the desk.

The laptop wobbled and slipped off the edge, crashing heavily onto the hardwood floor.

It landed with a sickening thud.

The screen went black instantly. Quinn's heart plummeted. The laptop held the translation manuscript she had painstakingly refined word by word over countless sleepless nights.

The only backup she had was of the first ten chapters she translated earlier, but everything else was stored solely on that drive.

If the data couldn't be recovered, her long-prepared entry for the competition would be completely ruined!

Panic-stricken, she crouched down and frantically pressed the power button.

But the laptop was completely dead. She checked the back and saw the casing was cracked open.

She pressed the power button again and again, but there was zero response. Her eyes burned with unshed tears, and she was consumed by frantic desperation.

Miles hadn't expected the laptop to fall either. A fleeting trace of apology crossed his eyes.

However, that tiny shred of guilt was as thin as paper and vanished just as quickly.

His tone was dismissive, laced with the casual, careless charity of someone sitting at the top of the world. He spoke flatly.

"It's just an old, busted laptop. Why are you panicking? It's past time for an upgrade anyway. Tell you what, I'll buy you the newest model to replace it."

Quinn slowly lifted her head to look at him. Her eyes seethed with intense resentment and hatred, locking onto him with a dead, heavy stare.

He was always like this—sitting on his high horse, throwing money at his problems, acting as if a little charity from him could just erase all the damage he caused!

He didn't understand at all. What he broke wasn't just a machine; it was the blood, sweat, and tears of her countless sleepless nights.

Quinn refused to let him distract her. "Miles, if you can't help, then stop making a mess of things. I have incredibly important files, photos, and documents on here. I have to get them back."

"That's easy. Tomorrow I'll have Hunter take this laptop in for repairs. The data inside can be completely recovered."

Hearing this, the suffocating tension in Quinn's chest finally stopped tightening. She belatedly realized there was still hope for her manuscript.

The translation entry she had ground herself to the bone for wouldn't just vanish into thin air.

With that thought, her anger subsided slightly, and she made a demand. "I'm going with Hunter tomorrow to get it fixed."

"Are you really that neurotic over a laptop? You can't let it out of your sight for a second?"

Of course she was. It held her crucial files and the masterpiece she had slaved over for so long. How could she not be anxious?

Seeing how incredibly protective she was over the busted laptop, Miles couldn't help but suspect she was hiding something sketchy on it.

Thinking back to that man named Ethan, the irritation in his eyes flared up once again.