Chapter 277 Burning Desire
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Quinn’s heart began to race, caught off guard by the man standing so close. Time after time, he turned a spark of attraction into something deeper until every fleeting kindness, every nce, only made her love
him more.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He leaned in until their noses almost touched. “If you truly want to thank me, do it with me a few more times tonight.”
Heat flooded her cheeks; his velvety invitation made resistance feel impossible.
“Do you want me?” he murmured.
His sculpted features, those fox–bright eyes, and the warm breath that skimmed her skin sent ripples through her.
She had never thought herself the sort to be undone by charming looks, yet Julius shattered that certainty.
“Quinnie…” he breathed, hunger threading through the single word.
“Yes.” She surrendered, cupping his face and drawing his mouth to hers, inviting the fierce response that followed.
Bodies tangled, perfectly matched, lost in a rhythm that felt both tender and unending.
Later, Quinn asked Julius for one hundred million.
He transferred the funds without a word, though unease still lurked at the edge of his mind.
Since they had started dating, Quinn had never, kept a single secret from him. This time, though, she had looked him in the eye and said she could not tell him. <i>What </i><i>exactly </i><i>is </i><i>the </i><i>message </i><i>that </i><i>reached her </i><i>phone </i><i>that </i><i>day</i><i>? </i>
Beside him, she slept soundly, her phone resting on the nightstand, Julius leaned over her sleeping form and reached toward the device.
<i>If </i><i>I </i><i>unlock </i>it <i>now</i><i>, </i><i>I </i><i>could </i><i>learn </i>what <i>made </i><i>her </i><i>expression </i><i>change </i><i>in </i><i>the </i><i>car</i><i>, </i><i>why </i><i>she </i><i>suddenly </i><i>needed </i><i>one </i><i>hundred </i><i>million </i><i>and </i><i>demanded </i><i>bodyguards </i><i>wherever </i><i>she </i><i>went</i>. <i>If </i><i>I </i><i>knew</i>, <i>would </i><i>this </i><i>uneasy </i><i>feeling </i><i>finally </i><i>fade</i><i>? </i>
He froze the moment his fingers hovered above the phone.
<i>If </i><i>I </i><i>rummage </i><i>through </i><i>her </i><i>phone </i><i>like </i><i>this</i><i>, </i><i>that </i><i>will </i><i>be </i><i>one </i><i>more </i><i>secret </i><i>I </i><i>am </i><i>keeping </i><i>from </i><i>her</i><i>. </i><i>She </i><i>will </i><i>hate </i><i>it</i><i>, </i><i>won’t </i><i>she</i><i>? </i><i>She </i><i>already </i><i>promised </i><i>that </i><i>in </i><i>a </i>few <i>days </i><i>she </i><i>would </i><i>tell </i><i>me</i>. All I <i>have </i><i>to </i><i>do </i><i>is </i><i>wait</i>.
Julius let out a long breath, withdrew his hand, and studied her sleeping face. “Quinnie, I’ll never again do something you would despise,” he whispered.
On the third day, as agreed, Quinn wired one hundred million into the designated ount and simultaneously activated her tracking program. As she predicted, the recipient began slicing the money into smaller transfers, and this was exactly what she had waited for.
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She needed to pinpoint the sender’s exact location. Earlier email traces had narrowed the search to Jexburgh, yet no tool had drilled any deeper.
The cascading transfers gave her fresh coordinates, each one tightening the. The recipient remained somewhere inside Jexburgh, but Quinn wantedtitude and longitude. Her fingers flew over the keyboard. She wondered whether they would empty the ount before she uncovered their exact hideout.
A sharp tap echoed as she struck the final key.
Quinn watched the address sh onto the screen, her expression sharpening to ice.
Ten minutester, inside the Whitethorn Group building, Julius received a report from his secretary, Fabian.
“Mr. Whitethorn, Ms. Bridger left for the Eyre Hotel ten minutes ago with a team of bodyguards,” Fabian
said.
Julius asked, “Did she tell you why she was going?”
Fabian replied, “She didn’t, but I happen to know Ms. Marley Bridger has been staying at the hotel recently.”
Fabian had been instructed to keep Marley under watch, so he knew exactly where she checked in the moment she arrived in Jexburgh.
The instant he learned that Quinn was heading to the Eyre Hotel, the two facts collided in his mind. Dread flooded his veins.
Julius sprang to his feet, snatched his car keys, and bolted from the office.
“Mr. Whitethorn!” Fabian called, baffled.
<i>Why </i><i>is </i><i>he </i><i>in </i><i>such </i><i>a </i><i>rush</i>? <i>Even </i><i>if </i><i>Quinn </i><i>really </i><i>runs </i><i>into </i><i>Marley</i><i>, </i><i>Quinn </i><i>can </i><i>handle </i><i>herself</i><i>–</i>and <i>she </i><i>brought </i><i>bodyguards</i><i>. </i><i>Still</i><i>, </i><i>that </i><i>sh </i><i>across </i><i>his </i><i>face </i><i>when </i><i>he </i><i>charged </i><i>out</i><i>—</i><i>was </i><i>that </i><i>fear</i>? <i>No</i><i>, </i><i>Mr. </i><i>Whitethorn </i><i>isn’t </i><i>capable </i><i>of </i><i>fear</i><i>. </i>
Marley–sat in her hotel room, practically glowing as the paymentnded in her ount. She immediately forwarded the video concerning Rowan to a freshly created anonymous email. The moment the message left her outbox, the address self–destructed, leaving no trace.