The next morning, Celia Sterling was dragged out from under the covers by Quinn Sinclair.
Having gone to bed late, she was still drowsy when her sleep was disturbed, and she didn't look pleased. "What are you doing here? Aren't you afraid of my brother?"
"I was staked out at your front gate for three hours. I only dared to come in after I saw your brother leave."
Quinn Sinclair was in a tracksuit; she had probably used exercise as an excuse to sneak out of her house. Last time at the club, Silas Norwood hadn't intentionally given those socialites from prominent families a hard time. But since the matter involved Kian Sterling and Silas Norwood, the head of the Lowell Family had already, without them needing to lift a finger, discreetly informed the other families about their unfilial daughters' antics—hanging out at nightclubs and hiring male models.
As a result, the rules for Quinn Sinclair had gotten much stricter.
