Chapter 799 Grace's Counterattack 2
Seeing her determined attitude, Quentin had no choice but to take a step back.
"Fine, I won't force you."
"But I came here in a hurry today, didn't make any preparations in advance, and now I need to handle some company matters on the computer temporarily, and also..."
He touched his nose, looking innocent, "I came in such a rush that I didn't bring my driver's license. If you kick me out, I might end up on the streets."
"You think I'll believe you?"
Quentin voluntarily laid out all his belongings. "Everything I brought is here. If you don't believe me, you can check."
However, after checking several times, she indeed couldn't find his driver's license and had to give up.
"So what you're saying is, you can't go get a room by yourself?" Grace crossed her arms and looked at him leisurely.
Quentin nodded vigorously. "That's right!"
"Okay," Grace nodded, her expression softening. "In that case, you can stay here. After all, we were together once, and I'm not as heartless as you."
Quentin was extremely moved when he heard this, and looked at her with some disbelief. "Grace, you really agree to let me stay here?"
"Yes!"
With that, she went to the bathroom and quickly took a shower, then changed into her pajamas.
Before she left, she said, "I have something to do downstairs."
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
Quentin didn't think much of it.
He thought his first step of the plan had succeeded, and he couldn't help but feel a bit excited.
He waited for a long time, but she didn't come back. He called her, but no one answered.
Quentin felt uneasy, so he took the room card and prepared to go downstairs to find her.
After searching around but couldn't find her, he gussed she had already returned, so he quickly went back.
He opened the door, and when he saw Mark sitting in the room, his brows immediately furrowed deeply.
"Mark, what are you doing here?"
Mark sneered, "Quentin, I should be asking you that. This is the room I booked for Grace. What are you doing here?"
"This is between me and her, none of your business."
"Really?" Mark said deliberately, "But Grace said you lost your driver's license and asked me to take pity on you and let you stay."
"What do you mean?" Quentin finally sensed something was off.
"Nothing, just what I said. Since you didn't bring your driver's license and might end up on the streets, I'll reluctantly let you stay for a night for Grace's sake."
"But Mr. Taft, I like to sleep on the bed, so you'll have to sleep on the floor."
"However, sleeping on the floor is better than being on the streets, right? Mr. Taft, just make do!"
Quentin finally understood why Grace suddenly changed her mind and agreed to let him stay in the room.
Turns out, she had this plan all along.
He had been outsmarted.
No wonder she was his girlfriend.
Quentin picked up his things and left the room with a dark expression.
"Quentin, you chose not to stay, don't blame me!" Mark's voice sounded behind him.
Just after leaving the room, Quentin made a call: "I give you one night. By tomorrow morning, I want to see the acquisition plan for this hotel."
"Yes, Mr. Taft!"
Willie, with dark circles under his eyes, got up to work late at night.
Willie's fragile heart was wailing, "Ms. Morgan, I just hope you come back soon, or I really can't go on like this."
He was going to resign sooner or later!
On the other side, Grace turned off her phone and had a rare, peaceful night's sleep.
In the morning, groggy, she rolled over.
Suddenly, she seemed to touch something soft.
Maybe it was a pillow, she didn't think much of it.
Until she touched it again, wait, it was not only soft but also warm.
What was going on?
In an instant, Grace was wide awake, no longer sleepy. She opened her eyes.
When she saw Quentin lying on the bed, she was completely shocked. "Quentin, how did you get in here?"
Quentin looked over, appearing much calmer compared to Grace's panic, "Grace, I'm sorry to inform you, but I'm now the owner of this hotel."
Grace was shocked.
After realizing it, she was furious, "Are you crazy? I don't believe you can buy every place I go to."
Quentin got up and grabbed her chin.
This time, he had been patient and gentle, even when he saw her and Mark diving together, he held back his anger.
But now, he couldn't hold back anymore.
To be precise, he couldn't stand being treated coldly and ignored by her.
"Grace, I'll say it again, whether you curse me or hate me, I will never let you leave me!"
"Quentin, do you want me to die?"
Quentin sneered, "Grace, letting you go is like asking me to die. Don't worry, if you die, I'll definitely go with you!"
"Who wants you to go with me?"
"Then stay alive for me!"
Suddenly, his gaze fell on Grace's lips.
Because of her recent struggle, her face was particularly rosy, and after a good night's sleep, she looked even more radiant.
In an instant, Quentin lost control and kissed her.
"Quentin, don't..."
Grace resisted.
But how could her strength compare to Quentin's?
After a few rounds, she was pinned to the bed, unable to move.
"Quentin, you're despicable!"
"I never said I was a gentleman!"
"Grace, I've given you enough time to be willful and digest everything. In a few days, I'll definitely take you back."
Grace tilted her head; from her angle, she could see his sexy Adam's apple and thin lips.
Since she couldn't fight back, she decided not to resist.
But she wasn't easy to deal with either.
He wanted to kiss her?
Fine, let him kiss all he wanted!
So, when Quentin's lips gently touched hers, she obediently lay on the bed, not moving.
Just when Quentin thought she had accepted reality and was ready to give up resisting.
Suddenly, Grace seized the moment.
She opened her mouth and bit down hard.
Instantly, both their mouths were filled with the taste of blood.
Quentin lifted his head, reached out, and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, a bewitching, seductive smile appeared on his lips.
The next moment, he pressed Grace down completely.
"Grace, those who anger me must pay the price. Let me think about how to punish you."
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