Chapter 352
What surprised me even more was that after being hit, Quinlan covered his face and didn't dare to say a word, just looked at the woman in front of him with a wronged expression, "Zoey!"
The woman named Zoey looked at him angrily, "You bastard, have you been telling everyone that Abigail is your girlfriend?"
"Zoey, I..."
"Let me tell you, Abigail doesn't like you at all. Stop spreading lies, or I won't let you off!"
"Zoey, don't do that in front of others." Quinlan was almost in tears.
"What? You claim to like Abigail, yet here you are, surrounded by other women. Even if Abigail were to accept you, do you think her family would? Mr. Kingsley already knows about your little escapade tonight, and he's not happy. You know what happens when he's unhappy, don't you?"
At her words, Quinlan's body started to tremble uncontrollably, "Zoey, please help me. If my dad finds out about this, he'll definitely punish me."
His eyes were full of terror as he pleaded.
"That's your problem. Also, tell your brother to stop spreading rumors. I don't like it!"
With that, the domineering woman turned and left.
"Mr. Harrison..." One of the women started to say, but Quinlan cut her off with a roar.
"Get lost, you bitch, all of you get the hell out!"
Quinlan slapped the woman next to him, and her face immediately swelled up.
The other women nearby were also frightened and quickly left, while the bodyguards turned away, not daring to look at him.
Quinlan sat on the sofa, his eyes bloodshot and panting like a cornered beast.
I thought to myself, 'Isn't this a good opportunity?'
I walked over, "Mr. Harrison!"
He looked up, his gaze wild and unfocused. "Get lost!" he roared. "Do you have a death wish?"
I thought, 'Anybody can roar.'
If he was really tough, he would have fought back already. Being publicly slapped by a woman is something no one can tolerate.
Especially not the little devil.
"Maybe I can help," I offered, taking a seat next to him. "Help you win over the girl you like."
"Do you know what you're saying?"
"Don't you want to slap her back?"
"Don't you want to take action and become Abigail's boyfriend?"
"With your help?"
I smiled, "Yes. Do you know what my second identity is?"
"Stop pretending. Don't think I don't know what you're up to."
"What I'm up to is none of your business. As long as I can help you, isn't that enough?"
Quinlan's expression was uncertain, but I wasn't in a hurry and continued drinking.
Finally, he couldn't hold back, "What's your second identity?"
"Let's just say," I said, leaning back in my chair, "that I'm something of a… relationship expert. Once I set my mind to it, no woman is unattainable."
His frown deepened, "Do you think I'm an idiot?"
"Not at all," I said, shaking my head. "First of all, I have no need for your money or your influence. Secondly, I have absolutely nothing to gain by deceiving you. I simply enjoy a challenge, and helping you win over Abigail Kingsley promises to be a challenge indeed."
"You are quite a talker."
Quinlan tossed me a cigarette, and I quickly caught it, knowing that this meant success.
I thought, 'Business is all about supply and demand, and making friends is the same.'
'There are many types of friends: drinking buddies, friends with benefits, and true friends who can get things done.'
'I aim to be the third type, to earn his respect.'
I lit the cigarette; it was quite good, no worse than the ones Patrick gave me.
"Tell me, what's your plan?"
Quinlan said, "If you can really help me, I'll be your friend."
"Mr. Harrison, you can start by telling me the situation so I can analyze it and help you."
Quinlan frowned and stood up, "Follow me. This isn't the place to talk."
Soon, I followed him to a teahouse.
In a quiet private room, Quinlan said, "The girl I like is named Abigail."
After listening to his story, I got a sense of who Abigail was. He even showed me a photo; she was indeed very beautiful and looked quite delicate.
I thought, 'Could she be the one that Steven harassed last time?'
'He was really bold. Although Quinlan didn't explicitly mention Abigail's family background, I could sense that the Kingsley Family was extraordinary. Even the son of the richest man in the West Hills had to curry favor with them. Hearing that Abigail's father was unhappy, Quinlan had to beg Zoey.'
'This wasn't an equal relationship but one where the lower status person looked up to the higher status one.'
"Do you know Abigail well?"
Quinlan shook his head, "She doesn't talk much. I might say a hundred words, and she might say one."
I thought, 'Cold and aloof?'
'Probably not, more like she doesn't want to talk.'
"What about her personality?" I asked.
"I can't really say, but she's very calm and likes to read."
I thought, 'Likes to read? So she's an intellectual type?'
'A quiet intellectual girl from a wealthy family.'
'So she must be a sensitive person.'
'On the contrary, Quinlan is a spoiled rich kid.'
'He can't attract her at all.'
I said, "I get it. This isn't too difficult; you just need the right approach."
"Can you handle it?" Quinlan was skeptical.
"I can't guarantee 100% success, but I have a 70% chance. But you need to cooperate with me!"
"If you can really help me, I won't treat you badly."
He smiled, "Tell me, what should I do?"
"First, give me her contact information. I'll add her on Facebook to get to know her."
His face showed caution again, "Why do you need her contact information? Are you up to something?"
I shrugged, "Honestly, I just came from Sevan City a few days ago. How could I be up to something? If you don't trust me, just forget I said anything."
I thought, 'With people like him, there's no need to explain too much.' I pretended to leave.'
He quickly grabbed me, "Don't go."
He poured me a cup of tea, "Have some tea, don't be mad. I'm just concerned about her."
I thought, 'Quinlan might seem arrogant, but he knows how to assess situations. I can't underestimate him.'
'After all, someone with such a big reputation in Greenvale City can't just rely on his father and brother, right?'
I sat down and toasted him with my cup, "Honestly, I don't need to get involved in this. Given my size, one wrong move and I'm dead."
"I was too cautious." He raised his cup, "I toast to you."
After putting down his cup, he asked, "So what do you think I should do next?"
I tapped my fingers on the table, "It's simple. Prepare a gift and go to her house. Remember, it shouldn't be too expensive, just a regular gift. Then apologize to Abigail, and preferably to her father as well."
"Go to her house?" Quinlan was very conflicted.
"Of course. If you want to change her and her family's impression of you, this is a must. Think about it, if you really become Abigail's boyfriend, won't you have to face them sooner or later?"
I could tell he was afraid of Abigail's father.
"You have a point, but I'm scared of her dad."
"Here's a trick!"
"Okay, tell me!" At this moment, Quinlan was a completely different person, listening intently like a well-behaved student.
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