Julia nced around and suggested, "Maybe we should ask Mr. Quinn for help?” Honestly, even in this whole city, nobody''s got more pull than Mr. Quinn.
Aileen nodded. "At this point, we really have no choice but to call your brother."
Yvonne huffed, her jaw clenched. "God, if I ever get my hands on that bastard, I swear I''ll cut his balls off."
Seriously, what a loser. Calling him a man is a stretch.
He''s got enough power that even the Waldorf wouldn''t dare cross him, so he must be someone important, right?
So why the hell would he sleep with a woman and then run off? Like, actually run away?
Aileen just smirked at Yvonne''s outburst. "Maybe he''s scared you''ll actually do it, and that''s why he bolted?"
Julia blinked. "..."
Yvonne''s eyes widened. "Excuse me?!"
Aileen shrugged. "I''m just saying, it''s possible. If he saw how you handled Dan and Aira, he''s got every reason to stay hidden."
Yvonne made a face like she''d just bitten into a lemon. She looked about as miserable as someone who just found a cockroach in their bagel.
Speaking of Aira...
Yvonne looked at Julia. "Don''t beat yourself up. If anything, you saved my assst night."
Honestly, she''d been out cold—if more than one guy hade at her, she''d have probably burned the whole damn city down.
One guy is bad enough, but a group? That''s a whole different nightmare.
Julia frowned. "Wait, what?"
Yvonne sighed. "Aira was nning somethingst night. She set up a whole crew waiting for me in Room 808 on the 65th floor."
Thank God Julia had sent her to the 66th instead.
Still, who the hell was powerful enough to pull this off? There weren''t that many
people in Ferrond who could scare an entire hotel staff.
Julia''s eyes narrowed. "That bitch. She really tried to set you up?"
Aileen''s face hardened, too. "Unbelievable."
Yvonne shrugged. "So, you kind of saved mest night, even if identally."
Julia shot her a look. "So why didn''t you just put a bullet in her today?"
Julia was pissed. After all the crap Dan pulled, now his fiancé was targeting Yvonne? Did they really
one was just someo
pushover?
Yvonne rolled her eyes. "I almost did."
If she''d been aiming for Aira''s head, the girl would be in the morgue, not a hospital bed.
"Anyway, call your brother already."
Just as Julia pulled out her phone, it started ringing. She stepped aside to answer.
Meanwhile, Yvonne dialed Ronald.
As soon as he picked up, Julia''s
voice
out from the other
the room. "Wait, what? Skye''s of
PaddleLux? Are you sure?"
Julia had people tailing Skye for Yvonne''s sake.
Skye really was a piece of work. She knew how desperate Yvonne was to find her sister, but still decided to pull this stunt.
Honestly, there''s a time and ce for screwing around. Skye was just being cruel at this point.
The more desperate Yvonne got, the more Skye seemed to enjoy messing with her.
When Ronald finally left the Quinn estate, he spotted Xander''s gleaming white G- Wagon parked at the curb.
The driver''s window was all the way down, Xander''s arm draped over the side, a cigarette burning between his fingers.
There were already two butts on the sidewalk below-he''d clearly been waiting a while.
Ronald pulled up beside him, rolling his own window halfway down.
He looked over at Xander, studying him with a knowing, almost amused look.
"Waiting for Yvonne?"
Their eyes met, and Xander looked away, clearly annoyed.
Instead of answering, he asked in that low, cool way of his, "Does she still have feelings for Dan?"
Ronald raised a brow. "What''s that supposed to mean?"
“It''s just... I can''t read her when ites to him."
Ronald was quiet for a second.
To be honest, he couldn''t figure it out either. Even as her brother,
Ronald was never totally sure
it
Yvonne was as over Dan as she
pretended to be.