She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 367

Oblivious to the fact that his attention had zeroed in on her chest, Quinn violently wrenched her wrists free and shoved him with all her might.

"Get out! I don't want to see you!"

Miles forcefully swallowed the heat rising in his blood, snapping back to his usual arrogant, terrifyingly detached persona—as if he hadn't just been shamelessly staring at her body.

"Behave yourself, Quinn. Stop flirting with men, especially my closest friends."

"You're the one with a twisted mind and dirty eyes, so everything looks filthy to you!"

Her fury boiling over, Quinn grabbed a pillow and hurled it right at his face. If she had something heavier, she would have thrown that too. She was just grabbing whatever was in reach.

"Get out!"

Miles effortlessly caught the soft pillow. It carried the same intoxicating, natural fragrance that lingered on her skin. His eyes darkened a fraction.

He had no idea what kind of perfume she wore, but it smelled infinitely better than the ridiculously expensive designer scents everyone else used.

Of course, he would rather die than admit that out loud.

He let out a cold scoff. "I warned you, Quinn. Every inch of Regency Bay belongs to me. You have absolutely no right to tell me to get out!"

With that, he tossed the pillow aside, yanked the door open, and stormed out.

...

Up in the second-floor study, Julian watched Miles aggressively flip through the contract files with a murderous expression. Assuming Quinn had just pissed him off, Julian offered a polite smile.

"What's wrong, Miles? You seemed fine before you went upstairs."

Miles didn't answer. His face remained shrouded in a dark, stormy gloom as his eyes stayed glued to the paperwork.

"The proposed location for the renewable energy plant needs to be reconsidered. It's too isolated."

"And the ventilation parameters for the energy storage zone are incredibly vague. It only outlines the general airflow standards but completely fails to differentiate the specific exhaust margins for the high and low-voltage containment units."

His dark eyes were heavily layered with unresolved frustration, his tone sharp and hyper-critical.

Julian paused, a flicker of sheer disbelief crossing his eyes. Vague?

Impossible.

The blueprints were drafted by their top technical engineers. Every single metric was calculated to ruthless perfection.

He instantly realized Miles didn't actually care about the contract data. He was just venting his explosive temper.

Knowing that trying to push the deal today was a lost cause, Julian smoothly gathered his files.

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