"Make way!"
Victor Hawthorne’s words left Joy Quinn a bit dazed.
Make way?
What kind of making way?
Wasn’t Victor Hawthorne here to invite her to visit his newly opened resort?
Not just Joy Quinn, the people who had been discussing it earlier were also a bit confused.
Because they too thought Victor Hawthorne was here to invite Joy Quinn to go out, but apparently, that wasn’t the case.
At this mont, Victor Hawthorne’s followers chid in:
"Our Boss Hawthorne wants you all to move aside and stop blocking our way, heard it?"
Only then did the onlookers realize that Victor Hawthorne wasn’t here to invite Joy Quinn at all; he was just passing through and they were blocking his way.
Realizing this, the crowd quickly dispersed to the sides.
Only Joy Quinn remained completely stupefied in place.
He wasn’t here to invite her?
Could it be that in Victor Hawthorne’s heart, she as a goddess, isn’t even as good as July Quinn?
She opened her mouth several tis wanting to question Victor Hawthorne but didn’t know where to start.
Victor Hawthorne saw her still blocking the middle of the passageway and frowned. He simply bypassed her, squeezing into the corridor and left.
His followers, seeing him do so, imitated him.
But because there were too many people and they were all eager to catch up with Victor Hawthorne to play basketball, it wasn’t long before Joy Quinn was jostled and fell to the ground.
Joy Quinn thought for a mont that Victor Hawthorne would turn around and glance at her, but he didn’t.
He just left, leaving her sitting there on the ground in such embarrassnt and despair...
*
At night, July Quinn received a ssage from Kyle Keaton.
[July Quinn, let’s talk face to face!]
By this ti, July Quinn had already washed up and was getting ready for bed.
Those heart-repairing dications made her feel like a dog every day.
So now seeing Kyle Keaton’s ssage, she couldn’t muster any energy.
Especially rembering his two overnight stays at her house, once questioning who her first ti was with, and once suspecting she had sothing with Susan Carter, she didn’t want to see him at all.
So, her reply was:
[No ti, very busy! Doing sothing indescribable.]
On the other end of the phone, Kyle Keaton saw this ssage and could almost tear the phone apart, wishing to rush over the network to see what exactly she was busy with and with whom in doing sothing indescribable.
In a fit of anger, Kyle Keaton directly made a video call to July Quinn.
At first, July Quinn ignored it, but after Kyle Keaton’s persistent effort, July Quinn got annoyed and eventually answered the video call.
"You’re at..."
Kyle Keaton was furious and wanted to directly question, whom she was with.
But he found that on the other end, July Quinn was still wearing an eye mask, her eyes filled with sleepy vulnerability and slight annoyance.
Even her voice carried a sleepy hoarseness: "What do you want by disturbing my sleep?"
In that instant, all prior questions vanished.
"Who let you rely sleep and yet say sothing so disturbing? Shouldn’t I check if soone is infringing on my territory?"
The impulsiveness instantly cald down, Kyle Keaton seldom spoke more.
"Who is your territory? Stop being full of yourself."
July Quinn coldly glanced at Kyle Keaton.
Because her sleep was interrupted and she was in a bad mood, curses ca easily.
But even so, her face was exceptionally cold and alluring.
Especially now, wearing just a white cotton camisole sleep dress, through the cara one could see her lazily tousled hair and faint curves.
Such an enchanting scene made Kyle Keaton inexplicably tongue-tied.
But he didn’t forget the reason he sought July Quinn today: "July Quinn, I consulted a psychiatrist the day before yesterday..."
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