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?!"

assistant hesitated. "Mr. Quimby,

"Spit it out!"

about Owen." The assistant nervously continued. "You asked me to follow him, and

Daniel lowered his voice, moving to the balcony to shield

and gambling. His life seems devoid of purpose, and he resorts to

even mistreating his sister. Yet, Maisie had stood up

such a brother deserving of the immense

as

assistant said. "He met with Ms.

surprised. "Did

indeed. Even if we got the wrong person, we recognized

surrounded him like dark

they meet? What did

"We only saw that they met once throughout the time we followed

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