Maisie's heart pounded as she pushed against Daniel's muscular chest, doing her best to create distance. However, the feeble attempt seemed more like a tease.

Daniel threw himself onto her and captured her flushed earlobe with a kiss, feeling her tiny frame shake in his embrace.

"Maisie..." he whispered huskily into her ear, "Can I?"

She shut her eyes, too nervous to respond verbally. He smirked, interpreting her reaction as silent consent.

Yet, just as he was about to proceed, his phone rudely interrupted with an extra blaring ringtone that echoed through the room, incessantly ringing.

Maisie opened her eyes, her cheeks still flushed. "Pick it up," she said.

With a sigh, Daniel reluctantly distanced himself from her.

It was his assistant calling, and Daniel answered with irritation. "What is it?!"

hesitated. "Mr. Quimby,

"Spit it out!"

nervously continued. "You asked me

moving to the balcony to shield

apart from drinking and gambling. His life seems devoid of purpose, and he resorts to asking for money at home whenever he

The revelation didn't surprise him—Owen had exhibited such behavior in the past. Drinking, gambling, and even mistreating his sister. Yet, Maisie had stood

a brother deserving of the immense sacrifices Maisie

joints paled as he gripped his

something else," the assistant said. "He met with Ms.

was surprised. "Did you guys make

the wrong person, we

Suspicion surrounded him like

did they talk

saw that they met once throughout the time we

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