บททั้งหมดของ TRAPPED BY A RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

QUINN'S POVI sat in the car, fiddling with my black glasses as I stared out at the sea of mourners gathered outside. Today is the day we say our final goodbyes to my father, the man who had once been the head of Sutherland Corporation.The company that Bryan now owned, and it is ironic that its investors had come crawling back after the ownership had been passed. The company was now one of the top three influential private businesses, and it seemed that his efforts would live on, even if he wasn't around to see it.I sat there, I couldn't help but think about mom. She is the reason I decided to attend this funeral, despite my reservations. She loved him, despite his flaws and all, and I knew that she would want me to be there for her today.I adjusted my scarf, making sure that it was securely in place. I managed to keep a low profile over the years, avoiding the blogs and the prying eyes of the public. Only a handful of people knew that I was my father's half-daughter, and I intended

As we finished our dinner, Jasper smiled at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "So, what did you think?" he asked, his voice low and husky.I took a sip of my wine, savoring the taste. "It was amazing," I said, meaning every word. "You're an incredible cook."He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.As we lingered over our drink, the conversation flowed easily. It was comfortable and so relaxing. The perfect break I needed from all the events happening around me.The moment we finished dinner, Jasper reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick stack of cash. He gently placed it in my purse, his eyes sparkling with kindness."That's for having dinner with me," he said with a smile.I felt a surge of surprise and embarrassment. "Jasper, nah, you didn't have to do that," I protested, trying to push the money back into his hands.But Jasper just chuckled and took my hands in his. "I don't want to be too

BRYAN'S POVI rubbed my tired eyes, staring blankly at the stack of files on my desk. It had been a long day, filled with back-to-back meetings and negotiations. My team had just closed a major deal with a Japanese tech firm, and I was still reeling from the excitement.As the CEO of three multinational companies, my days were always packed. But today has been particularly grueling. The meeting with our marketing team had run longer than expected, and I'd had to reconcile a heated discussion between our finance and operations departments.Just as I was about to call it a day, my assistant buzzed me. "Sir, it's getting late. Shall I have the car brought around?"I checked my watch, frowning. Quinn should have been home hours ago. I'd been so busy that I hadn't even had a chance to text and ask how her first day at work had gone. She wasn't even at the meeting earlier. So I'll just leave instead.---------As I stepped into the lobby of my penthouse apartment, I felt a wave of exhaustion

-----------The thrilling sound of the intercom made me startled. She picked it up, but the line went silent. Then my phone rang. I expected it to be Bryan, but instead, it was Miss Zara, my supposed predecessor."Hi Quinn, I hope you're doing well," Zara said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I just realized I forgot to tell you something important. You can actually head home now. I'm so sorry, I feel terrible for keeping you so late."I raised an eyebrow, suspicious of her sudden change in behavior. But I decided to play along, curious to see where this would lead."Okay, thank you for letting me know," Quinn replied, trying to sound nonchalant."You're welcome, dear. Just head on home and get some rest. We'll catch up tomorrow."I hung up the phone, quickly packed up my things and headed out of the office building, feeling a mixture of relief and exhaustion. As I stepped out into the cool evening air, a familiar car was packed just in front, flashing in its headlights.I smiled,

As we stepped into the house, I was immediately greeted by the staff, all of whom were eager to attend to my needs. My dry cleaner helped me out of my jacket and shoes, while Quinn walked ahead, her footsteps quiet on the stairs.I quickly caught up to her, my eyes fixed on the gentle sway of her hips. As we reached the top of the stairs, I reached out and lightly tapped her on the shoulder. "Spend the night with me?" I asked, my voice low and hopeful.She paused, her eyes searching mine as she turned to face me. I held my breath, unsure of how she'd respond. I wasn't used to making requests, especially not ones that felt so personal.But I couldn't help myself. I wanted her beside me, wanted to feel her warmth and her presence. And so I added, "I might need a little help," raising my arms to remind her of my injuries.Her gaze flickered to my arms, and then back to my face. For a moment, she just looked at me, her expression unreadable. And then, in a soft voice, she replied, "It's f