The Fake Heiress and Her Purrfect Partner novel Chapter 111

**TITLE: Dreams Rise Again by Braxton 111**

**Chapter 111**

Quentin extended his arm to the side, irritation flickering across his features like a candle’s flame.

As he had anticipated, that ridiculous mutt that had taken a liking to the couch was nowhere to be found.

His gaze shifted upwards, just in time to catch the enormous screen lighting up with a close-up of a lineup of chiseled men clad only in swim trunks.

The sight triggered a wave of jealousy that washed over him, especially as he recalled how Nina had been making frequent trips to the Swim Team’s training facility. His expression darkened, a storm brewing behind his eyes.

Meanwhile, Nina was grappling with the troublesome projector out by the open-air theater, her frustration mounting with each passing moment.

Finally, her eyes landed on a burnt-out port. “Ugh, typical! This stupid projector had to fail me just when I needed it the most!” she exclaimed, exasperation seeping into her voice.

Frowning, she scratched her head in bewilderment. “Wait, that doesn’t make sense. Seriously, my phone says it’s connected. So what’s the issue?”

Just as confusion clouded her mind, a low, menacing voice erupted from behind her, startling her to her core.

“Nina.” Quentin’s voice was frosty, each syllable dripping with barely contained anger.

She spun around, her heart racing, only to find Quentin standing there in sleek, jet-black pajamas. The luxurious fabric clung to his tall, athletic frame, exuding an aura of authority that was impossible to ignore.

It was evident he had just rolled out of bed, his tousled hair framing his face like a stormy halo. His eyes glowed in the dim light, a smoldering intensity radiating from him as if he were about to hold her accountable for something monumental.

“Nina, I’m just trying to sleep here, not preparing for a funeral!” Quentin snapped, his voice cutting through the air with sharp irritation. “So you took off with my dog? Fine, I’ll let that slide for now!”

His teeth ground together, barely holding onto his composure. “But you decided to use my private screen for this? Did you even bother to ask, or are you just turning my setup into your personal movie night?”

A long, exasperated sigh escaped his lips, the tension bubbling to the surface. He was so fed up that he almost laughed at the absurdity of it all. “So what’s your grand plan? Drive me insane, wait for me to kick the bucket, and then claim my RV as your own?”

Nina stood there, momentarily stunned, her gaze dropping to her phone.

She noticed that her own zoo’s lagging Wi-Fi had dropped a slot, now replaced by a mysteriously connected network labeled “Quentin-5G.”

The signal bars were full, and the internet speed was off the charts.

Most shockingly, it didn’t even require a password!

After all that fuss, she had unwittingly tapped into Quentin’s private, high-speed Wi-Fi without a clue!

Her mind conjured up a comical image of Quentin being jolted awake in the RV, only to be bombarded by a tidal wave of muscular, swimsuit-clad men flashing across his giant screen.

Nina felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her, wishing she could simply vanish into thin air, yet she struggled to suppress her laughter.

“Uh, wait! Let me explain. No, really, I swear it’s not an excuse! Just hear me out!” she stammered, hastily hoisting Pearlie up in front of her, using his fluffy body as a makeshift shield against Quentin’s piercing gaze.

Pearlie looked utterly bewildered, as if he were on the brink of a special mission. He stuck out his pink tongue, ready for action.

“Nina! Want me to unleash the pee attack? Just say the word!” he offered, enthusiasm bubbling over.

“No, no, no! You absolutely cannot do that!” Nina exclaimed, her voice rising in panic.

She clutched Pearlie tighter, a wave of dread washing over her. If that were to happen, she could never afford the fallout, not even if she sold her soul!

She mumbled under her breath, “Seriously, who told you to flaunt your fancy RV Wi-Fi? No password? My phone just hooked up on its own. I swear, it’s not my fault!”

Quentin watched her squirm and make feeble excuses, frustration bubbling within him, but he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

However, just as Quentin opened his mouth to respond, Nina’s eyes darted to her phone. They widened in panic as she realized the time.

‘Crap, only ten minutes left until the first round kicks off!’ Nina thought, her heart racing like a drum.

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