Gareth Williams furrowed his long dark eyebrows, his usually gentle and amiable face now tinged with a hint of coldness: "Mr. Wellington, we haven't finished our conversation, why leave?"
"You haven't answered my question... I want Miss Brown, can Mr. Wellington bear to part with her? Or, as Miss Brown said, do I have to wait until Mr. Wellington tires of her before I can..."
"Gareth Williams—" Dylan Wellington suddenly spoke, his voice cold and harsh.
"Get one thing straight, Skye Brown is mine. Whether I want her or not, whether I'm tired of her or not, is none of your concern."
"You can't say that, a gentleman pursues a fair lady. It's rare for me to be interested in a woman, so naturally, I want to know when this woman will be free. How about this, three million... no, six million, double your offer on top. Give Miss Brown to me, and even if I lose this time, I'll owe you one."
Gareth Williams rarely showed concession to Dylan Wellington.
