After a pause, Claire Sinclair added, "But I need a computer. My own would be best."
Quentin Zane stared at her in astonishment. "You know how to work one of these things?"
Claire Sinclair nodded. "There isn't a code in the world I can't crack..."
But her voice clearly lacked confidence.
Quentin Zane asked doubtfully, "Are you sure you can handle it?"
Adrian Quincy cut in coldly, "Claire, are you still interested in shooting?"
The computer held far more appeal for Claire Sinclair than shooting. "No, I'm done. I want to go back and work on the computer."
As soon as she finished speaking, Adrian Quincy's cold gaze, sharp as a blade, seemed to pierce right through Quentin Zane.
It finally dawned on Quentin Zane. A chill ran down his spine, and he chuckled awkwardly. "My bad, my bad. I'll leave you two to it, then. Goodbye."
'Are you kidding me? If I don't leave now, I'm definitely not getting away.'
