Chapter 713 Quentin's Methods 2
Grace's eyes sparkled.
She thought for a moment, then spoke, "Do you have time these days?"
"For what?"
Quentin reverted to his usual arrogant demeanor.
"This place is quite fun, different from those business centers you usually visit. Can I be your tour guide for two days and show you around?"
Quentin snorted, dissatisfied.
"That's it?"
"What else do you want to..."
Before she could finish her sentence, he kissed her.
In a dizzying whirl, she found herself pinned under him on the bed.
His breath was hot, scorching.
He bit her earlobe, domineeringly not allowing her any distraction.
"Quentin, I..."
"Shh, no talking!"
His emotions were like a surging tide, almost overwhelming her.
But in the end, he helped her straighten her nightgown, let go of her, and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower.
By the time they were ready, it was already noon.
The hotel delivered lunch.
Grace was extremely hungry, so she didn't hold back and started eating heartily.
During that time, Quentin kept watching her, his gaze intense. "Have you been dieting recently?"
"No, why?"
"I haven't held you for a few days, and you've lost quite a bit of weight."
Then, he put some fish and meat into her bowl.
"Eat more, it's more comfortable to hold you when you're a bit chubby."
So, Grace focused on eating.
Just as they finished eating, her phone buzzed.
She checked it and found another explosive piece of news on Instagram: #Marlon Evaded Taxes, amounting to two million dollars.
If the previous news damaged Marlon's reputation and could lower his status in the entertainment industry, this news meant he was completely done for.
The country had a strict zero-tolerance policy towards celebrities involved in tax evasion scandals.Especially after multiple warnings, if he didn't repent, there was no room for leniency.
The result was clear: Marlon was completely banned from the entertainment industry.
For the rest of his life, Marlon would never have a chance to return to the entertainment industry.
"Did you have someone do this, too?" Grace looked at the calm and composed man across from her.
She was utterly shocked.
Quentin tugged at his tie. "What else? Do you think my lover is that easy to bully?"
"This is already considered letting him off."
"Thank you, Quentin."
This sentence came from the bottom of Grace's heart.
There was a knock on the door; it was Linda.
Linda knew Quentin was behind Marlon's downfall, so she looked at him. "Mr. Taft, Marlon has been banned now. Should Grace continue filming this movie? The director's team is very worried."
"Of course, why not?"
"But Marlon is now a disgraced artist. He's the male lead. Even if the movie is completed, it definitely won't be aired."
Quentin remained calm. "Then replace the male lead."
"Tell Mr. Krueger to go ahead and shoot; there will be investors."
His meaning was clear.
Grace looked at him in surprise. "Aren't you afraid of people finding out about our relationship if you invest?"
"Don't worry, I'll have a middleman handle it."
"Alright."
Linda chimed in, "If we need a new male lead, I think Mark would be great. He has good chemistry with Grace, and he's already filmed part of it. We just need to make some script adjustments."
However, as soon as she finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room dropped.
"Who did you say?" Quentin raised an eyebrow at her.
"Mark, the second male lead of this drama."
"Anyone but him."
Linda tried to persuade, but Grace quickly pulled her hand.
Quentin looked at Linda. "You go pick a few candidates. I want to choose the male lead myself."
"Yes, Mr. Taft."
As soon as Linda left, Quentin took Grace's hand and started walking out.
"Are you taking me out?" Grace looked at him, puzzled.
Quentin's expression darkened slightly. "Didn't you just say you wanted to be my tour guide and show me around?"
"I thought you had already refused."
"This is my deserved reward; why would I refuse?"
Just as Quentin and Grace were about to leave, the doorbell rang again.
They thought Linda had returned for something.
But it turned out to be Mark.
Grace was about to tell him not to open the door, but Quentin had already done so, standing tall and imposing at the entrance.
Seeing him, Mark was visibly stunned.
"Quentin, what are you doing here?"
"What do you think?"
Mark clenched his fists.
Looking at Grace, he walked past Quentin.
"Grace, how are you feeling? Are you still..."
However, before Mark could finish his sentence.
Suddenly, Quentin grabbed Mark by the collar.
In the next moment, Quentin had thrown Mark outside the door.
The door closed.
Grace was isolated inside.
While Quentin and Mark stood outside.
"What do you want? Do you know how domineering your behavior is right now?" Mark looked at him.
Quentin crossed his arms. "She's my lover, Mark. I've warned you not to get too close to Grace, or I won't hesitate to deal with you."
Mark looked at him disdainfully. "And you? Did you protect her? Do you know that if I hadn't gone that day, she would have been strangled to death by Marlon?"
Quentin lit a cigarette.
He didn't say a word until he finished the entire cigarette, then he stubbed it out.
Then he looked at Mark. "I'm a person who always repays kindness. I'll let you be on the cover of several major magazines."
"Do you think I care?"
Quentin smiled, but it was a smile full of warning and danger. "What else do you want then?"
"Marlon is banned. I want the male lead role in this movie." Mark blurted out.
"Impossible."
Quentin gave a straightforward answer.
"Why? From any perspective, I'm the most suitable candidate."
"No reason needed."
"Quentin, you can't be so domineering. Do you think you can control everything?"
Quentin ignored him and opened the door.
At that moment, Grace walked out.
Quentin reached out and instinctively took her hand. Together, Quentin and Grace moved forward.
Mark suddenly shouted at Grace's back, "Grace, are you really willing to be with him?"
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