Chapter 1731


    Maisie''s heart pounded as she pushed against Daniel''s muscr chest, doing her best to create


    distance. However,


    the feeble attempt seemed more like a tease.


    Daniel threw himself onto her and captured her flushed earlobe with a kiss, feeling her tiny frame shake


    in his


    embrace.


    "Maisie..." he whispered huskily into her ear, "Can I?"


    She shut her eyes, too nervous to respond verbally. He smirked, interpreting her reaction as silent


    consent.


    Yet, just as he was about to proceed, his phone rudely interrupted with an extra ring ringtone that


    echoed


    through the room, incessantly ringing.


    Maisie opened her eyes, her cheeks still flushed. "Pick it up," she said.


    With a sigh, Daniel reluctantly distanced himself from her.


    It was his assistant calling, and Daniel answered with irritation. "What is it?!"


    The assistant hesitated. "Mr. Quimby, um..."


    "Spit it out!"


    "It''s about Owen." The assistant nervously continued. "You asked me to follow him, and I."


    "Wait." Daniel lowered his voice, moving to the balcony to shield Maisie from the conversation. "Okay,


    go ahead."


    "Well, we''ve been tailing him for a few days and discovered that he does nothing apart from drinking


    and gambling.


    His life seems devoid of purpose, and he resorts to asking for money at home whenever he loses in


    gambling."


    Daniel''s face darkened. The revtion didn''t surprise him—Owen had exhibited such behavior in the


    past. Drinking,


    gambling, and even mistreating his sister. Yet, Maisie had stood up for him when he was ill, selling her


    body to cover


    his medical bills.


    Was such a brother deserving of the immense sacrifices Maisie had made?


    Daniel''s joints paled as he gripped his phone.


    "Also, we found something else," the assistant said. "He met with Ms. Cam."


    "What?" He was surprised. "Did you guys make a mistake?"


    "No way." The assistant was confident. "It was her indeed. Even if we got the wrong person, we


    recognized the car''s


    number te. It belonged to the Quimby family."


    Daniel was dumbfounded. Suspicion surrounded him like dark clouds.


    "Why did they meet? What did they talk about?" he asked.


    "Um..." The assistant paused. "We only saw that they met once throughout the time we followed him.


    And they met on the street. Ms. Cam pulled over while Owen went over to talk. Itsted less than two


    minutes.


    We couldn''t hear what they were talking about as we were too far away."


    "Okay, got it," he said. "Continue following him and see if you find anything else."


    Daniel fell deep in thought after hanging up.


    The person his assistant mentioned was Cam Quimby, the Quimbys'' adopted child. She belonged to


    his fourth


    uncle. The couple was childless back then, so they had adopted a girl.


    Coincidentally, the wife became pregnant soon after adopting her. Since then, they had more children.


    As they had their own children, they grew colder and colder toward this adopted daughter.


    From what Daniel remembered, Cam had little presence at home and was not attention-seeking. She


    was always


    quiet and well-behaved, with good grades in school.


    She had worked at the Quimby Group for a while after graduating but had been chased out due to a


    scheme


    orchestrated by the fourth uncle''s children.


    Nobody cared if she had been wrongly used back then. She was just an adoptive daughter, and it


    was enough


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