Chapter 263


    Chapter 263


    In the study, Howard sat at his desk, a faint redness at theers of his eyen,zily leaning back in his


    swivel chair


    On the desky a ck object no bigger than a fingemail, a pinhole camera Worldly and wise, Quentin


    recognized it immediately.


    A cold sweat broke out on Quentin’s forehead, his body rigid with tension, unsure of what had


    transpired


    Howard’s gaze lifted void of any warmth, “Quentin, will you spill the beans, or shall 17”


    “Mr. Chadwick m not sure what you’re getting at


    Everything you’ve done for Selina since you returned to Bayridge City.” Howard’s voice was icy as he


    stared at Quentin. “You know I can’t stand a traitor. I’m giving you onest chance toe clean”


    Quentin felt his heart skip a beat, his blood almost turning to ice.


    The sorry, Mr. Chadwick Quentin figured Gwendolyn’s chill response meant the problem was blown


    over. But he sure didn’t see Howarding back for a payback.


    “Spit it out” Howard’s eyes drooped as he spoke.


    Quentin straightened up, his voice trembling. The first time was when Ms. Hamilton wanted to enter


    Summit Corp. I let her through the door. I thought you still had feelings for her


    “The second time was at the Capital. Mrs. Chadwick called you, and I deleted the call logs. I told her


    you were too busy and asked her


    not to call.”


    “And then, I took that video of you at the hotel and sent it to Ms. Hamilton. She, she deliberately sent it


    to Mrs. Chadwick, but Mrs. Chadwick didn’t misunderstand and had already sought me out privately”


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    Im very sorry, Mr. Chadwick.”


    Howard scoffed coldly. “You went out of your way to help Selina drive a wedge between my wife and


    me.”


    “I’m sorry. It was my fault.” Quentin hung his head, flush with shame.


    The room fell silent for a long while, Quentin’s leg muscles aching until Howard finally said, “And this?


    Did you install it?”


    His slender fingers twirled the tiny camera, disgust in his eyes.


    “No!” Quentin blurted out hastily. I haven’t done anything else.”


    Howard chuckled coldly. “Then I’ll offer you a chance to make things right. This gadget was found in the


    master bedroom. It’s been syncing all its images and video data to the other party’s cloud.”


    “Find Grace within two days. Delete all backups and ensure there’s no leak.”


    Quentin internally groaned. Top–tier hacker Grace had a nasty temper, but Mr. Chadwick was scarier,


    “Yes, I’ll get right on it.”


    Howard “kindly reminded him, “Fail, and you can join the Arctic natural gas project.”


    “TII make it happen!” The thought of the deste and icy Arctic ignited an unprecedented motivation in


    Quentin.


    “You can leave now.” Howard slightly closed his eyes, his fingertips massaging his temples.


    He hadn’t slept in over twenty–four hours, shadows under his eyes. He smelled faintly of alcohol,


    fatigue washing over him.


    Leaning back in his chair, half–asleep, Howard seemed to see the snow cave from ten years ago.


    A delicate girl had warmed him with her body in the pitch–ck cave.


    Of all the girls on that mountaineering trip, only Selina was with him.


    When he woke up in the hospital, everyone told him Selina had saved him, Ever since, he had always


    treated her differently, been more lenient toward her, willing to protect her for a lifetime


    But tonight, in a daze, the face in the snow cave morphed into a young Gwendolyn,


    What did she look like as a girl? Was she as he imagined?


    The night was over.


    Morning came, and a startled cry woke Howard, who had spent the night in his study.