Chapter 130

Two hours later, Quentin emerged from the restaurant, having just signed another multi-million dollar deal using Dennis' wine to impress the clients.

Martin was busy texting his girlfriend when the car door behind him opened and Quentin got in. He hastily put his phone away and asked, "Where to, Mr. Lowe?"

Quentin massaged his temples. "Take me to Noelle's place." The uncomfortable feeling that had been gnawing at his chest all morning finally eased a little.

As the car pulled away, he asked Martin coldly, "What would you do if a man with ill intentions tried to get close to your girlfriend, and you advised her to stay away from him, but she wouldn't listen?"

After giving it some thought, Martin responded, "I'd find a way to expose him and let him show his true colors. Once my girlfriend sees his real intentions, she'll stay away from him on her own!"

Quentin pursed his lips. That made sense. How had he not thought of such a simple solution?

He pulled out a VIP mall card that