At this critical moment, Joanne was in no mood to take this call.
Yet against her better judgment, she found herself stepping out of the hospital room, phone in hand—answering against all reason.
"Miss Wren," Quinn's honeyed voice purred through the line, "are you still upset with me?"
Joanne wasn't playing these games. "Get to the point. I'm busy."
"Well," Quinn continued smoothly, "I was deeply moved by your brother's situation. I obtained the donor's contact from the hospital director." A practiced sigh. "When I reached him, he admitted backing out because someone offered a fortune for his kidney. The moment I said money wasn't an issue, he demanded ten million without hesitation."
Every word was calculated, crisp as shattered glass. They hit Joanne like a thunderclap.
Her breath
