Chapter 151

The thought of Noelle being turned away and leaving the law firm made Quentin feel a little better. He snorted. "Let's go to Bellagio Bistro."

After filling their stomachs at Bellagio Bistro, Martin went to get the car. Quentin noticed a blurry figure crouching beside a white sedan, fiddling with something. He squinted and walked over.

Noelle had just had dinner with her subordinates. After they left, she noticed that her car tire was flat, so she quickly got out of her car to check.

When the pungent smell of alcohol suddenly surrounded her, she crinkled her nose in disgust. She looked up and froze.

Quentin crouched down halfway and grasped her chin with his slender fingers. "Beg me, and I'll help you."

It had been days, and yet her apology never came. The boiling anger within him continued to torment him, and he had no way to vent. Perhaps fate had taken pity on him, giving him this opportunity to make her apologize.

Noelle pried his hand away. "Get away from me, Quentin Lowe!