Chapter 70 She Is Mine
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A flicker of displeasure passed through Marley’s eyes. She reached out to stop Quinn, though her face held that same gentle, practiced smile. “Should I spell it out? You don’t mean anything to Julius. He’s not going to fall in love with anyone.”
“So, that means he wouldn’t fall for you either, would he?” Quinn shot back.
Marley’s expression changed. She raised her hand and swung it toward Quinn’s cheek. But Quinn caught it with one hand before it could land.
“I don’t believe in this whole ‘suitable or not‘ crap between people,” Quinn said coldly. “You really think you’re better than others?”
“Do you even know who I am? I’m—”
“I know your name’s Marley Bridger,” Quinn cut her off. “Beyond that? I don’t really care.” She let go of Marley’s hand.
Marley suddenly gave a cold laugh. “What if I told Julius that you pushed me, broke my glasses, and even hurt my eye? What do you think he’d do to you?”
With that, she whipped off her glasses and hurled them at the sink. A sharp clatter echoed as the gold- rimmed pair cracked–frames snapped, lenses shattered.
With that, she whipped off her glasses and hurled them at the sink. A sharp clatter echoed as the gold- rimmed pair cracked, frames snapped, and lenses shattered.
“You know,” she said, “my eyes are what Julius cares about the most.”
Normally, Marley didn’t pay much mind to the women that drifted in and out of Julius‘ life. She knew none of them had a shot. They were just fooling themselves.
So what if Julius doesn’t love me? I can wait. Patience has always been my strength.
But the moment she saw Quinn, something shifted. That day, Julius, had led her, held her hand, into the private room. That had never happened before. The anxiety creeping into her chest was impossible to ignore.
She had to get Quinn away from him. Even if it meant playing dirty, something she usually hated. Otherwise, things might spiral out of her control.
What caught her off guard was Quinn’s complete lack of panic. Calmly, Quinn flipped over her phone, which had been screen–down, and turned the display toward her.
Right there on the screen was an active call with Julius.
A jolt ran through Marley. “Y–You called Julius?” she blurted, lunging toward the phone.
Quinn stepped back and tapped the speaker button. “You heard everything, didn’t you?”
From the phone came Julius’s voice, cool and clear. “I did.”
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Chapter 70 She Is Mine
Marley froze.
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He heard everything? What did he hear? How long has the call been going? When did Quinn even dial? I didn’t notice- a thing!
Sweat beaded in her palm. Then, from behind a nearby wall, Julius stepped into view.
Quinn tucked her phone away and turned to face him. “Since you heard all of it, I suppose you won’t hold it against me, right?”
She’d had a bad feeling the moment Marley stopped her earlier. So she’d quietly dialed Julius. Good thing she did. It probably saved her from a setup.
“You were trying to frame me!” Marley’s voice cracked, her beautiful features twisted in distress.
“If you hadn’t schemed against me first, none of this would’ve happened,” Quinn replied calmly.
Marley charged toward her, but Julius stepped in her path. “She’s mine,” he said coldly. “You don’t get to lay a finger on her. And another thing-” His gaze locked onto Marley’s left eye. “If you ever use your eyes as a weapon again, don’t blame me for breaking the promise I made all those years ago.”
Marley froze. After a moment, she whispered, “I… understand.”
Julius led Quinn away. Marley stood there, watching their backs as they disappeared. Her eyes burned with resentment. Back then, she’d nearly lost an eye for Julius. In return, all she got was his vow to protect her family’s name, wealth, and status as the Bridger family main branch’s third family.
She’d paid a steep price just to be close to him. But this woman, who came from nowhere, got to walk beside him so easily.
I won’t allow that!
Once outside the restaurant and back in the car, Julius asked, “What would you have done if I hadn’t picked up your call?”
“I’d have let Ms. Bridger know that if I wanted to hurt her, she wouldn’t still be standing,” Quinn replied. “If words don’t work, then sometimes fists have to.”
“Aren’t you worried she’ll come after you?”
“Life’s too tiring if you’re always afraid,” she said.
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