Chapter 402 Can't Be Clarified
"Causing trouble?" Lauren latched onto the keyword.
Quentin said she was causing trouble?
She couldn't communicate with him."Yeah, I'm causing trouble. Didn't you ask if I've had enough? Well, let me tell you, Quentin. No, I haven't!" Lauren glared at Quentin, her eyes unfamiliar to him.
Were Gregory's words that effective?
Quentin felt irritated.
Even though he wanted to explain, the words that came out were hurtful. "Did I ever give you the right to cause trouble here?"
As soon as he said it, Quentin regretted it.
He quickly looked at Lauren, but it was too late.
He missed the fleeting sadness in her eyes.
"If I don't have that right, then please, Mr. Robinson, do me a favor and kick me out. I don't want to stay here, and I never permitted you to imprison me." Lauren's voice was loud, as if the volume could mask the tears in her heart.
Her heart ached, a sign that she loved Quentin.
She didn't want to be used by him, nor did she want to be looked down upon. So she couldn't let Quentin know.
Lauren achieved her goal.
Quentin didn't sense her sadness; he only knew that the woman in front of him was getting bolder, daring to confront him repeatedly.
"When did I ever need your permission to do what I want? Lauren, do you think too highly of yourself?"
Quentin reached out and grabbed Lauren's neck.
He controlled his strength well, enough to scare her but not enough to break her delicate neck or suffocate her.
But Quentin didn't realize that his words were like a wad of cotton, blocking Lauren's airway, making it hard for her to breathe.
"Yeah, I guess you don't need to." Lauren's smile was self-mocking.
Quentin was right. She did think too highly of herself. She was just a self-righteous fool.
"If I'm not as important as I thought, can you let me go? You may not value me, but others do."
Lauren's words completely enraged Quentin.
So, Lauren wanted to run off with Gregory? Did she think Quentin was that kind-hearted?
"Lauren, do you think it's your territory? Come and go as you please?" Quentin's eyes narrowed, showing a look that terrified Lauren.
Quentin was finally angry.
Lauren felt a sense of relief. "Does Mr. Robinson think I'm your pet? Summon me when you want, dismiss me when you don't?" Lauren laughed coldly.
She wanted to degrade herself in Quentin's eyes.
Because only then could she tell herself not to be sad for him. He wasn't worth it.
"Do you think you're that kind of person? Lauren, don't overestimate yourself!" Quentin sneered, his anger reaching its peak, making him speak without thinking.
He didn't understand why Lauren always said things that hurt herself.
Didn't she know how important she was to him?
"If that's the case, can you let me go? Just treat me like a bug and set me free?" Lauren's heart twisted in pain, but she had to say the hurtful words. "At least Gregory treats me like a person."
Lauren once again touched Quentin's bottom line.
This time, Quentin finally lost control of his anger.
Lauren's words reminded Quentin of the photos that haunted his mind, and the string of reason in his head snapped.
Quentin tore at Lauren's clothes like a madman, muttering one phrase over and over.
"Where did he touch you?"
Lauren was terrified by Quentin's madness, tears streaming down her face. She choked out a broken sentence. "Everywhere."
She didn't tell Quentin how fiercely she resisted Gregory's advances, nor did she tell him that Gregory never touched her.
Quentin forcefully parted Lauren's legs, venting his anger on the person beneath him.
Lauren bit her lip, trying not to make any sound that would disgust her.
After the ordeal, Lauren fell into a deep sleep.
When she woke up, Quentin was gone, and a cart with soup and side dishes was by the bed.
Lauren sneered, dumping the food into the trash, ignoring her growling stomach.
She went to the bathroom to clean herself.
When she came out, the cart had been replaced with fresh food.
Lauren glanced at the surveillance camera in the corner and quietly threw the food away again.
"There's no need, Quentin."
Lauren said softly.
While Lauren was refusing to eat, Noah had found where Kimberly and Matthew were being held.
Quentin hesitated in the surveillance room, deciding to deal with Kimberly and Matthew first.
With their explanation, Lauren would understand the truth.
Quentin had high hopes, not knowing that even Kimberly and Matthew had been persuaded by Gregory.
Quentin arrived at the address Noah had given him, Gregory's private villa.
It was his first time there.
After a brief knock, the ornate door opened a crack.
A young girl peered out, eyeing Quentin like he was a child-snatching monster.
"Is Gregory here?" Quentin asked.
"He isn't home," the girl replied, then scrutinized Quentin with her blue-gray eyes. "Do you need something?"
"Are Kimberly and Matthew inside?" Quentin probed.
"You're Quentin, right?" The girl didn't answer his question immediately. "Gregory said if you came, you should come in for coffee."
She opened the door wider, inviting Quentin in.
"No need. Are Kimberly and Matthew inside?" Quentin waved her off, repeating his question.
"They are," the girl confirmed. "But Gregory said if you don't have coffee, you won't see them."
Quentin raised an eyebrow, his voice cold. "No need."
He never liked being threatened.
If Gregory wouldn't let him see them, he had other ways.
With that, Quentin turned to leave, but he was met by Gregory, smiling broadly.
"Ah, Mr. Robinson, won't you come in for a cup of coffee?"
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