"I thought Yara would slam the door in my face the moment she saw me."
"But Miss Yara didn't. Does that mean Miss Yara doesn't... hate or resent me as much as it seems?"
Seraphina Quinn listened to his shameless words, her eyes fixed on his handsome, nonchalant face, and sneered,
"Hate doesn't mean I have the power to say no. You're in a position of absolute power, Mr. Fairchild. With a single word, you cut off the endorsement I worked so hard to get. If I were to truly offend you, wouldn't I just be making things difficult for myself?"
"Since Miss Yara is so self-aware, aren't you going to invite me in?"
Faced with the man's shameless attempt to barge in, Seraphina Quinn was quite irritated.
But she truly didn't dare to actually offend him.
So, she put on a cold expression, stepped aside, and said, "Please, Mr. Fairchild."
The moment Damian Fairchild stepped inside, his gaze quickly swept over the entire two-bedroom apartment.
