Quinn paused briefly before realizing what I meant. She said, “Oh, so that’s what you’re after. Hold on. Let me make a call.”
She stepped aside and seemed to contact someone about the matter. Moments later, she returned, looking slightly apologetic.
She said, “Max… I do want to help you, but it seems Centrise Group and Solstice Global Estates have handed over our orders to Layton Group.”
I took a deep breath. Honestly, I’d expected that outcome.
Still, I couldn’t help but ask, “Is there nothing you can do?”
Quinn smiled and gave me a wink. “Well, there is… but why should I help you?”
The way she smiled made my heart skip a beat. Did she mean that there was a chance?
“Whatever the condition, just say it! I’m willing to do anything I can.” I didn’t hesitate at all.
“Anything?”
“Anything!” I meant it.
I didn’t know what she might ask for, but business was always about making a profit.
Even if I barely broke even, as long as I made a profit, it would be better than letting Camille monopolize the industry and drive us out of business.
“If I ask you to have sex with me, would you agree to that?” she asked as she looked at me, smiling.
That one sentence completely caught me off guard. Sex? Was she crazy?
“I’m not joking around, Quinn. I’m really serious about this partnership.” I let out a helpless laugh. How could she always make such jokes in times of such seriousness? She really was a
vixen.
“I’m not joking. I wanted to sleep with you, but you turned me down, didn’t you? This time, you won’t refuse, right?”
She rested her cheek on her palm and looked at me with sparkling eyes. I couldn’t read her at
all.
I never thought that I was better than other men. If it were about looks, there were plenty of guys better looking than me.
Moreover, a woman as gorgeous as Quinn could probably get to sleep with any man she wanted with just a hook of her fingers. I was sure that no one could resist the stunning and
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wealthy Quinn..
Deep down, I was sure that she was just joking.
“If you’re serious, then I’ll accept it. Of course, I know you must have other conditions too. Just tell me all of them.”
I smiled and agreed, not taking the issue too seriously. My genuine interest lay in her actual terms. After all, I refused to believe she’d want to have sex with me.
“Other conditions, huh… I haven’t thought about that. Let’s just say you owe me a favor, and I’ll tell you what it is later. Do we have a deal?” Quinn asked, grinning.
I nodded. “Sure. Just know that I’m not omnipotent. I can’t fetch the moon for you or anything.”
“You’re hilarious! Why would I ask you to do that?” She laughed so hard that she nearly doubled over.
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