Dominic walked up to her, his tone demanding answers.
"Claudia Walker. Didn't I warn you to stay out of my life? What the hell were you doing making a scene at the Walker house?"
"..."
Claudia blinked, caught off guard for a second.
Then she scoffed. "You're hilarious, Mr. Quinn. The Walker house belongs to my so-called biological father—this is my territory. If anything, you're the one invading my world. I could call the cops right now and report you for trespassing."
His handsome face darkened further...
His tall frame moved closer without her noticing, so close his suit pants were practically in her face. His hand shot out and gripped her chin.
"...Since you know about my connection to the Walker family, you'd better keep what happened between us to yourself." His eyes were cold as ice. "Especially around Belinda. Not a single word."
She let his large hand hold her jaw, her beautiful eyes locked onto his without flinching.
"Oh really?"
She showed no fear, her expression taunting. "And what exactly can't I tell her about 'us'? That we've tried every position in the book? Or that we've done it in every place imaginable?"
"..."
Dominic's grip tightened in anger. Part of him wanted to just squeeze the life out of her and be done with it.
But in the end, he released her with disgust and walked out to the balcony, lighting a cigarette. The smoke drifted around him as if he was trying to calm the chaos inside his head.
Claudia lounged lazily on the sofa, watching his earlier outburst replay in her mind. She couldn't help but smirk.
So Belinda, his fiancée, must really matter to him.
Why else would a man as busy as him chase her down the moment she left, just to threaten her...
Hah.
She looked at his silent silhouette smoking on the balcony, wondering what the hell he even wanted from her.
Just then, her phone buzzed with a WeChat notification. She checked—it was one of her backup guys asking if she was free for a late-night bite.
She'd saved his contact as "A-Zhou."
Without much hesitation, she accepted the invitation.
Pulling herself out of the earlier mess of emotions, Claudia walked over to Dominic and started kicking him out. "Alright, Mr. Quinn, I've got somewhere to be tonight. No time to play with you."
She leaned against the balcony window, a cold smile on her lips.
"Since we settled our accounts long ago, I know exactly what to do. Who you marry has nothing to do with me. And me? I've got a date. You can leave now."
She'd said dozens of words, but he seemed to have only heard one: date.
His sharp gaze cut into her, anger mixed with mockery. "Found a new sugar daddy already?"
"Yep."
Claudia said it lightly. "Got myself a 'little brother.' Also a rich heir. Tall, built, at least ten years younger than you—practically radiating youthful energy."
He took several hard drags of his cigarette, then crushed the butt into the ashtray. "..."
His mood turned foul.
He didn't even know why he'd come here tonight.
All he knew was that every word out of this woman's mouth made him want to strangle her.
A nameless fire rose from his chest, spreading through his organs...
Then Claudia's phone buzzed again. The guy was asking where they should meet.
She held her phone and started recording a voice message. "Anywhere's fine, you pick. That music bar from last time was nice. Yeah, when you get there—"
Before she could finish, the man in front of her snatched the phone right out of her hand.
BANG—he hurled it into the trash can several feet away like he was throwing out garbage.
"..."
It took Claudia a few seconds to process what just happened. When she did, she exploded. "What the—are you insane?!"
She moved to retrieve her phone, but before she could take a single step, his rough hand grabbed her arm and shoved her down onto the sofa.
