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“He’s also known as the hottest bachelor in New York City and just bought a hockey team that’s on a winning streak.” “You’re not making me feel any better.” “Sorry.” I dipped my french fries and ketchup and moaned at how good they were. “Speaking of hockey teams. Quinton asked me out.” I almost choked on my french fry. “What! How did he even get your number?” “I am totally G****e-able, and the multi-million dollar deal I sold on Central Park did get some press.” “Hhhm.” With all that had been going on with Mia, I had forgotten that Nina had made that great sale.

The owner seemed to adore the color lemon green since the wallpaper, bedsheets, wardrobes, and even tiles were green. Now she wondered who's room she might be in. Previously, she wasn't able to fully look at the Alpha quintuplets – all she can say currently is they are nowhere close to being identical. One had this disgusted countenance – another seemed perverted – pitiful – nonchalant and….. Unreadable. She can't certainly say who might have brought her into his room, since she passed out after being branded. Kiera concluded her back must be aching due to yesterday's branding…but isn't the pain supposed to be more excruciating?

Instead, he feigned nonchalance and replied, "Well, if Celena becomes my wife, I wouldn't mind gifting a car to my future brother-in-law!" With that, Kayson was about to get into his car, but Qemal stopped him and said, "Really? That's amazing, Mr. Wheeler! Or shall I refer to you as Kayson from now on since you'll become my brother-in-law very soon?" With that, they got into their cars and headed straight to Quintessence Grill, one of the most famous fine-dining places in the city that prided themselves on the freshest, most high-quality ingredients and the most prestigious chefs. Because of this, it was also not a restaurant for the faint-hearted due to its absurd price.

"Spare us the speech, Quinton. A man who isn't selfish gets eaten alive. And you? You're as greedy as they come. So, don't throw rocks when you live in a glass house. Now enough talk. You're still alive because we need you for something." He waved Quinton over. Quinton hesitated, knowing full well that running meant instant death. So, swallowing his pride, he stepped up to the table. Mosby pointed at the one incomplete piece on the table—the blank fragment from the Rhodes family—and spat, "This is the only one without any markings. Damn thing's useless unless we can reveal the map. Quinton, you know how to make the hidden ink appear, don't you?" Quinton furrowed his brow. "Judging from the m

"Maybe I should just let it go... self-preservation first!" ... "Why is it so chilly in New York City at night?" Quentin inquired. "Come here," I gestured to Quentin. "Let me show you a little gem." Quentin followed me into the master bedroom and spotted an electric heater on the floor. His eyes lit up, and he hurriedly sat on the carpet, reaching out his hands towards the warmth. Seated beside him, I proudly declared, "Isn't it a gem?" Quentin remained silent, enjoying the warmth before deciding to unplug it.