A Man of Unmatched Skill
"Where have you been so late?" Old Mr. Quinn's deep voice resounded with an unspoken authority that commanded respect.
Once a titan of the business world in his youth, his imposing presence remained undiminished despite his advancing age.
Hearing this, Cynthia quietly exhaled a sigh of relief. She had feared that her secret escape with Tristan had been discovered. Calming her nervous heart, she walked forward with a faint smile. "I didn't go anywhere special, just went out for a little fresh air."
"Fresh air?" Old Mr. Quinn snorted in displeasure. "Don't think I don't know you snuck out for a date!"
Cynthia pouted and muttered under her breath, "If you knew, why ask?"
"You!" Old Mr. Quinn shot her a glare, his frustration evident. He realized there was no convincing her to give up on this engagement. The last time, this girl had been willing to endure the blow of his cane rather than back down—her determination was clear.