Being summoned over such a petty matter made Nora Ainsworth seriously wonder if Mrs. Lynch was simply bored out of her mind.
She walked out the main gate of the Lynch Family estate. Not seeing Quentin Grant's car, she started to breathe a sigh of relief. But she hadn't gone far before she saw the very car she'd been hoping to avoid.
She had no choice but to step back into the lion's den.
He didn't say a word and just drove off.
He parked in an upscale residential complex.
They both got out of the car. Nora kept her head down, feeling very guilty.
They walked into the courtyard.
Nora Ainsworth cried out, her voice strained, "Lord Grant, what will it take for you to leave me alone?! I am your future wife's sister."
He turned back, his eyes fixing on her face. "So what?"
'It's impossible to communicate with someone who isn't even human.'
Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration.
"Quentin—shall we play a game?"
He stopped. "What kind of game?"
