Chapter 351
I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer, so I crashed by the bedside.
Middle of the night, I got jolted awake by the sound of someone puking. I cracked my eyes open and saw Linda hurling by the bed.
I rushed over and started patting her back. She looked like a ghost, all pale and sweaty.
I sat down next to her, letting her lean on me. "Here, drink some water."
She took a sip, still panting, cold sweat dripping from her forehead.
I gently laid her back down, thinking, 'No one else is here, and everything's done, so what's there to be scared of?'
So, I lay down too, carefully holding her.
The moment I put my hand on her waist, I felt a sharp pain.
It hurt like hell, but I didn't pull back. Instead, I sucked it up, using my other hand to pat her back, humming a lullaby my mom used to sing.
Slowly, she relaxed and mumbled, "You jerk."
I was thrilled. Not pushing me away meant we were getting somewhere.
Relationships are like a tug-of-war; whoever's got thicker skin wins.
Next morning, I woke up to noises outside.
Even in her sleep, her brows were furrowed, and she was curled up like a ball, looking all insecure.
I couldn't help but plant a gentle kiss on her forehead.
She woke up instantly, and I felt a sharp pain in my waist.
I gasped, "It hurts, I was wrong, let go."
I jumped out of bed, rubbing my waist. "Ms. Foster, you really pack a punch."
I lifted my shirt, showing off a bruise.
She snorted, "Next time you try to kiss me, it won't just be a pinch."
Her eyes drifted downward, and I felt a chill below.
In the morning, we did a follow-up check and confirmed everything was cool, so we bounced.
By this time, Marlow was losing his mind looking for us. Even though I thought he was a wimp, I didn't want to make a scene.
"You stay put today, okay?" I told Linda. "I'll handle everything."
"How?"
"I've already found the guy. Don't worry about the rest, just wait for my good news."
"Who is it?"
Seeing her shocked face, I thought, 'Guess Steven didn't tell her.'
'That jerk, keeping something like this under wraps.'
"Don't worry about it."
I gave her a deep look and left with big strides.
When I got to the company, Marlow was already there. Seeing me, he rushed over, "Mr. Cena, you're finally here. Is Ms. Foster okay?"
I waved him off, "She's fine, just a bit shaken. After a check-up at the hospital, I took her home."
"That's good, that's good."
Marlow looked at me, all guilty, "Mr. Cena, I'm sorry about last night. I apologize."
He bowed.
I stepped aside, "Tell me, where can I find that Quinlan."
"What are you gonna do?"
"That's not your concern. Tell me, which bar were you at last time?"
"Moonlight Bar."
Marlow said, "Mr. Cena, please don't do anything stupid. He's got a bunch of bodyguards."
"Alright, I got it. Wait for my good news."
When night fell, I rolled up to Moonlight Bar, a high-end joint.
During the day, I had searched online for Quinlan's photo. Info about the Four was all over the internet. As Yves' brother, Quinlan's info was out there too, though not much.
I scanned the crowd and quickly found my target.
In a private room, a guy in his late twenties was chilling, surrounded by women.
I booked a private room next to his and ordered tens of thousands of dollars worth of drinks. Soon, three or four girls came over.
I didn't turn anyone away, but only the pretty ones got to sit next to me.
Rocking a high-end suit, a slick haircut, and a confident smirk, I quickly had a crowd around me.
"Come on, handsome, let's drink!"
"Hey there, you look new. First time here?"
"Damn, those muscles, and that big..."
In the dim light, someone even copped a feel.
I didn't mind. The thrill was part of the game. I chuckled and pulled out a wad of cash, "One drink, one bill. Ten drinks, ten bills. Finish 'em all, and the money's yours."
"I'll drink, I'll drink!"
The girls cheered, catching Quinlan's eye. He kept glancing over.
"Gotcha," I thought, a slow smile spreading across my face.
I wanted him to notice me.
Soon, they started a drinking game over there too. Quinlan whispered to his crew, and soon someone brought over cash, "Two bills for one drink, twenty bills for ten drinks."
The girls went nuts, grabbing drinks like crazy.
Seeing this, Quinlan laughed and shot me a challenging look.
I wasn't backing down. I pulled out more cash, "Three bills for one drink, thirty bills for ten drinks."
The place went wild. More beautiful women flocked over, their eyes practically eating me up.
"Four bills for one drink, five bills for one drink."
We were in a full-on competition. When I shouted ten bills for one drink, Quinlan lost it.
He whispered to his crew, and then the DJ announced, "Tonight, all expenses are on Mr. Harrison!"
The place erupted. I thought, 'This guy's really loaded.'
I smirked, picked up a drink, and walked over, "Dude, you're impressive. I yield!"
Quinlan looked at me with a half-smile, "You know me? Such a low-level way to start a conversation, how pathetic."
"Low-level, maybe, but it works."
I raised my glass, "I'm John, from Sevan City. A toast to Mr. Harrison, thanks for the drink."
Quinlan gave me a disdainful look, "Who do you think you are? You want to drink with me?"
I thought, 'This guy's full of himself.'
Though I was annoyed, I had to play the game to get close.
"Does Mr. Harrison think I'm trying to cling to you?"
Quinlan snorted, giving me a contemptuous look.
"Then Mr. Harrison is mistaken."
I took a sip, "I heard Mr. Harrison fears nothing. Coincidentally, I'm the same. You're known as the little devil in Greenvale City, and I'm the same in Sevan City. So I wanted to see if Mr. Harrison is the real deal."
Quinlan looked at me closely, "You think you deserve to be called a little devil?"
"Why not?" I challenged, meeting his gaze head-on.
I smiled, "If I had been in Greenvale City for decades, I wouldn't be worse than you. Conversely, if you went to Sevan City, you might not be as good as me. In Greenvale City terms, who's not a jerk?"
"Trying to impress me with your bravado?" Quinlan sneered. "Get lost."
Several big guys nearby stood up.
"Should I push my luck?" I wondered. "If I leave now, it will be that much harder to get close to him again."
Just then, a woman walked over and slapped Quinlan in the face.
The slap was so loud, even the blasting music couldn't drown it out.
Quinlan was stunned, and so was I. I thought, 'Who is this woman?
'So fierce, slapping Quinlan like that.'
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