Stephanie had no choice but to agree.
The thirty-minute drive took them just over twenty.
Stephanie got out of Joseph's car with a smile, bending down to say, "Thank you."
Joseph nodded. "Don't mention it."
Stephanie waved as the car drove off. Once it was out of sight, she turned to head into the hotel lobby.
But as she turned, she met a pair of all-too-familiar eyes.
Quennel's gaze was fixed on her, his eyes filled with the cold mockery of someone who had caught her red-handed.
He walked toward her, his eyebrow raised mockingly. "So desperate to leave me. Turns out you already had someone else lined up, is that it?"
Stephanie hadn't expected Quennel to find her hotel so quickly.
Then again, with the Gonzalez family's influence in Veridian, tracking one person down was child's play. She'd have to avoid hotels altogether to escape him.
Quennel asked, "What's that guy's name? How long have you two been together?"
Stephanie gave him a cool glance, not bothering to explain.
There was nothing left to say to him.
"Stephanie, stop."
Quennel moved to block her path, a chill entering his eyes. "Walking away without a word... a guilty conscience?"
She'd never seen such a classic case of the pot calling the kettle black.
He was the one who had betrayed their relationship, and now he had the audacity to stand on his moral high ground and judge her.
Stephanie found it laughable, though a hint of sorrow crept into her eyes. "What do I have to feel guilty about? We're over. Am I not allowed to have dinner with another man? Do I need to report to you now?"
Quennel frowned. "Who told you we're over? You ended things unilaterally. I never agreed."
Stephanie laughed. "So you're saying the great heir of the Gonzalez family wants to chase after me?"


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