The room was lit, but Jennifer Sullivan didn’t see Quentin Tyler anywhere.
His laptop, however, was sitting on the nightstand, and Jennifer could hear the sound of running water from the bathroom—he was taking a shower.
She sat down on the edge of the bed, unable to resist touching his new, ultra-thin laptop with its sleek design and the latest high-tech virtual keyboard. It must have cost a fortune.
Jennifer couldn’t help but wish she had a laptop like this one.
Her hand accidentally brushed against the screen, and it instantly lit up.
She froze. The screen displayed Daniel’s complete file.
Hadn’t Quentin promised that if she… if she swallowed her pride, he would leave Daniel alone? Then why had he already dug up all of Daniel’s information?
Did Quentin not keep his word?
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