That bitch! If Xyla hadn't had to maintain her image in front of everyone, she would have stormed over and torn Noelle apart. When Yvette noticed Xyla's complexion had turned pale, she burst out laughing. Her laughter caused her to double over. "This is so funny! Noelle, let me have a go!" Yvette snatched the cue stick from Noelle's hand, ready to take a shot. Xyla's face turned as white as a sheet. "Yvette!" Suddenly, a stern voice interrupted, freezing everyone in place.Yvette looked at the approaching handsome man and pouted defiantly before dropping the cue stick. Noelle glanced at Quentin, her gaze cold and unwavering.Xyla, whose eyes were welling up with tears and about to burst, watched as Quentin strode towards her. "Are you okay?" Quentin murmured softly to Xyla. Xyla's eyes welled up with tears, and her voice was faint and shaky. "Don't be upset with Noelle, Quint. It's on me."I always hurt myself. She probably thinks I'm vying for your attention, so she aime
"Yvette!" Quentin called out in a low voice.Reluctantly, Yvette walked over. Quentin murmured a few words to her, and Yvette entered the changing room begrudgingly.After getting dressed, Noelle emerged from the changing room. Quentin was smoking outside. She glanced at him briefly, then walked away with Yvette.Quentin followed shortly after. While Yvette's friends hopped into another car, Noelle hopped into Yvette's. Quentin told Martin to drive behind them.Soon, they arrived at Bellagio Bistro. Noelle and her group walked into the restaurant. Quentin exited the car and instructed Martin, "Bring that bottle of Romanée-Conti!""Yes, Mr. Lowe!"Martin got out of the car and retrieved the wine from the trunk. Quentin then walked into the restaurant.The door to the private room was open, so Quentin stepped in and sat casually next to Noelle. He had requested that Yvette reserve the seat for him.Noelle groaned and turned away, refusing to look at his face. She briefly looked a
Noelle swiftly downed her wine. Quentin's handsome eyes fixed on her. The way she suddenly toasted him with such a formal gesture seemed suspicious to him. He smirked, hoisted his glass of wine, and smiled at Noelle. "You're welcome." Quentin downed his wine, too. Noelle continued, "Hey everyone, let's raise our glasses to Mr. Lowe for joining us amidst his busy schedule!" Yvette's classmates immediately followed suit, raising their glasses. Seeing Noelle finish her drink in her toast to Quentin, they felt obliged to do likewise despite the seeming extravagance. Quentin was left speechless, sensing it was a deliberate test. With everyone finishing their wine, he had no option but to reciprocate the gesture. He instructed Martin, "Get another bottle of wine!"Martin promptly brought in another bottle. Quentin poured himself drink after drink, accepting each toast from Yvette's friends.Noelle smirked and thought to herself, "Just wait! You'll suffer later." After dinner, N
Once, Noelle tended to Quentin like her own man, but now she tended to him for Xyla's sake. She believed Quentin would eventually be Xyla's, and she wasn't that naive. Noelle delved into Quentin's pocket in search of his phone, but the ringing sound emanated from somewhere around his waist. It seemed Quentin had dropped his phone when he lay down. Noelle lowered her body, her head nearly touching his abdomen, and slid her hand underneath. Beneath her skirt, her undergarments peeked out, but she assumed Quentin wouldn't stir in a while.Unbeknownst to her, Quentin had already awoken, stealing a glance beneath her skirt. If only it were completely bare.Quentin had managed to free his arms without Noelle noticing. With surprising ease, he lifted her and gently placed her on the bed, causing Noelle to scream in surprise. Nolle looked up and found herself face-to-face with Quentin's enlarged, handsome visage. She was fuming with rage and held her breath. "You were pretending to b
Quentin's phone buzzed urgently in the dead of night, disrupting his sleep. Irritably, he grumbled as he answered the call.Gloria's urgent voice on the other end jolted him awake. "Ms. Cadwell has fainted, Mr. Lowe!"Quentin's breath caught, and all traces of weariness vanished. He sprang out of bed, quickly dressed, and dashed out.Still groggy from sleep, Noelle was roused by the muffled sound of Quentin's call. Intrigued, she decided to follow him and investigate. She immediately changed, drove, and trailed behind Quentin.The wind had stopped, and the night was unusually peaceful. There were few cars on the road, so Noelle drove aggressively. She followed Quentin from afar, eventually arriving in an upscale residential neighborhood where she assumed Xyla resided.Noelle watched Quentin exit the car and enter the building with long strides. Moments later, he reappeared, cradling Xyla in his arms, trailed by Gloria.Xyla appeared unconscious, her limp posture suggesting she wa
John followed her from behind, like her steadfast protector. He maintained a few steps' distance to avoid making Noelle feel pressured while ensuring her safety. "Mr. Xenos," Noelle said as they reached a bridge, turning to him. John approached her and replied, "Call me John. Jo will do as well." Noelle smiled and responded, "Jo it is, then." "Okay." The two stood side by side on the bridge, gazing at the calm river beneath the neon lights in the distance. Noelle began, "Why does Quentin shower Xyla with affection, even though he knows she's deceitful and manipulative? Even when he knows she lies?" "Xyla could stand idly by in life-threatening situations. Nevertheless, Quentin continued to show her affection." "Hmm..." John didn't know how to answer the questions. Perhaps Quentin had peculiar tastes."Why dwell on it? You're still young. There are plenty of women your age still in school! Why not leave him and go after your happiness?" John advised. Noelle remained s
Quentin felt his temples throb. "Where did she go?" Amanda responded, "To Southern City." "Did she mention when she'll be back?" Amanda shook her head. Without hesitation, Quentin turned to leave. "Book a flight to Southern City. The earliest available!" he instructed Martin as soon as he got into the car. Martin instantly took out his phone to make the necessary arrangements. With Noelle missing, Martin couldn't help but wonder if Quentin had gotten himself into a significant jam this time.After booking the flight ticket, Quentin didn't bother to gather his belongings. He headed straight to Dragfort City Airport instead. He made it onto the plane with barely two minutes to spare before boarding was closed.At the same time, Noelle had been networking with influential people of the same industry at an event in Southern City and had received multiple hefty orders through WhatsApp."How are things going? I hope you're enjoying yourself." John approached her with a pleasan
After Noelle left the banquet, she called John."Jo, I'm feeling a bit tired, so I'm heading back to the hotel.""Alright. Please take care," John replied.After hanging up, he noticed a familiar face in the hall. Quentin spotted him as well, his handsome eyes hinting at malice. Many wealthy business people of Southern City came over to greet him."Mr. Lowe, we can't believe you're here. What a stroke of luck!" one of them cried.Quentin, who was feeling agitated, was not in the mood for small talk. He graciously responded, "Nice to meet you all! I have important business to attend to today. Until next time, then."With that, Quentin nodded and went away. Disappointed that Quentin appeared in a hurry, the businessmen decided to host him a banquet to honor his presence in Southern City.Martin approached Quentin as he left the banquet hall."Mr. Lowe, should we go to Mrs. Lowe's hotel and track her down?"Quentin, buried in thought, commanded firmly, "Let's return to our hotel.