Chapter 322 The Slut Wants to Seduce Mr. Martin

Isidora said, "Quentin, it's not like that. I cried because I was so touched. You're the best person I've ever met."

"Oh, I thought it was something serious," Quentin replied casually.

Over the years, the Martin Family's business had been booming, and they never lacked money. And Quentin's own investments had also paid off handsomely. Even though he lived abroad, he never missed a chance to donate to orphanages back home.

A million dollars was like pocket change to him. Did it really have to leave Isidora so moved?

"Quentin, I promise I'll pay you back. Thank you so much." Isidora wiped her tears and thanked Quentin.

Quentin comforted, "No worries. Go ahead, help your friend first."

As he turned back to his treadmill, Isidora suddenly leaned in and, catching him off guard, stood on her tiptoes and planted a light kiss on his cheek.

The kiss startled Quentin.

By the time he realized what had happened, Isidora was already running out the door with her phone in hand.

Quentin watched her retreating figure, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Then he resumed his run on the treadmill.

After Isidora left, Mia, who had been cleaning the house with the other maids, came into the living room. She had a brief encounter with Isidora, whose blushing face and Quentin's unusual expression caught her attention.

her chores, Mia returned

on the bed with her colleague, Calla Griffin, and

staff, often bullying the maids,

"Mia, what

think there's something going on between her and Mr. Martin... When I came back, she ran out blushing,

Mr. Martin? He's over fifty, old enough to be her father. She can't possibly

well-off, and she doesn't wear nice clothes.

this. "You might be right. Given that Mr. and Mrs. Martin's relationship has never been

do? We've worked for the Martin Family for decades. We

"Maybe I should talk to Mrs. Martin. She

just be

they finally

had initially wanted to share the gossip with Chloe but decided against

and headed straight to the address Sophia had

dim streetlight. Seeing Isidora

you're already sporting designer workout clothes?" Sophia's words were dripping with sarcasm

she was a manager at the Martin Group, she earned a high salary and never

to the Martin Group parking lot, taking a massive pay cut. Although she considered jumping ship, her dream of

high spending habits, forcing her to live

hadn't worn a designer outfit

Isidora in one made

poor card in front of Sophia, valuing money above all else. She would rather die than part with

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