The night deepened.
Sitting in the hotel room, Malcolm Quinn looked at the scene on the big screen, frowning fiercely.
He had been looking for Luna for more than two hours now, combing through every corner of the hotel.
Finally, he spotted her slim figure in the CCTV recording from a roadside camera.
The woman on the screen was dead drunk, stumbling i n a certain direction.
And the direction she was headed toward... was Joshua's Blue Bay Villa.
White half-moons appeared on the tips of his fingers that were clutching the wine glass.
Luna only knew he was here today to attend Granny Lynch's birthday party, but she did not know he came purposely for her.
He and Joshua were sworn enemies.
The Quinn family's business endeavors didn't extend t o Banyan City.
He rescheduled a few meetings just to come here and see her.
That night, he received many overseas phone calls, urging him to return home.
But the woman he cared about and valued above everything, not only did she drink for another man right in front of him, later, dead drunk, she stumbled... to his house!
His phone rang again beside him. 1
He answered it coldly.
"Boss, there's only two more hours until your flight, should I delay it?"
"No."
He closed his eyes silently. "It's time to go."
In the morning, Luna was rudely awakened by her ringing phone.
Its incessant ringing annoyed her.
In a daze, she grabbed the phone from on top of the bedside cabinet and answered without even looking t o check who was the caller. "Hello..."
Her lazy tone silenced the caller.
A moment later, the man on the other end coughed quietly, "You’re Luna?"
She frowned, massaging her temples to relieve her headache from her hangover, and said softly, "Of course I am... who are you?"
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