A Night of Desire-Chapter 169: I Can Make You, and I Can Break You

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Chapter 169: Chapter 169: I Can Make You, and I Can Break You

"Why in such a hurry to leave? You could stay a little longer." There seemed to be a hint of intimacy in Faye Jennings’s tone.

The corner of Chase Childs’s mouth twitched, and his eyes darted toward his boss.

’If it were Mrs. Quinn speaking to the president like that, he’d probably be over the moon. But for it to be Faye Jennings...’

Seth Quinn was still for a long moment, simply staring at Faye Jennings. His gaze made her heart tremble, and she finally added in a quavering voice, "Everyone was hoping to toast you a few more times, President Quinn. To spend a little more time with you."

An expression finally broke onto Seth Quinn’s face. His lips curved into a knowing smile. "Is that so? I thought it was you, Miss Jennings, who didn’t want me to leave so soon."

Faye Jennings’s heart skipped a beat. "Of course I don’t want you to leave so soon."

At this moment, her usual shrewdness and wisdom were nowhere to be found. Neither was the powerful aura of Aegis’s top star. In front of Seth Quinn, she was just a starstruck fangirl, completely infatuated with him.

Seth Quinn said nothing. Instead, he gave Chase Childs a subtle look. Chase Childs immediately took the hint, got out of the car, and walked a short distance away.

Seth Quinn looked back at Faye Jennings. "Miss Jennings..."

He had barely spoken her title when Faye Jennings mustered up her courage and interrupted him. "President Quinn, you can just call me by my name."

’As far as she could remember, the only time he’d ever said her name was when they first met five years ago. He’d used her full name, but even that felt more personal than ’Miss Jennings.’’

’But since then, she’d never heard him say her name again.’

’Heaven knows she’d dreamed of hearing him say her name just one more time, even if it was her full name.’

’But she had waited five years, and it had never happened.’

The moment she spoke, Seth Quinn’s expression hardened slightly. "Miss Jennings, you should know how I operate. I address all the actresses at the company this way. Or do you wish to cross the line between superior and subordinate, Miss Jennings?"

"But Clara Grant is an employee of the company too, isn’t she? Why don’t you treat her the same and call her Miss Grant?" Faye Jennings blurted out, her temper getting the best of her.

Mentioning Clara Grant was a mistake. At her name, Seth Quinn’s face turned to ice. "She is one person, and you are another. Others may not know her status, but you do, don’t you, Miss Jennings? Or am I supposed to refer to my own wife as ’Miss’?"

Faye Jennings was speechless. ’She had always just deluded herself, pretending that as long as Seth Quinn and Clara Grant’s relationship wasn’t public, they weren’t really a married couple.’

’It had gotten to the point where she’d almost forgotten that Clara Grant was, in fact, Mrs. Quinn.’

"Since we’re on the subject, allow me to be perfectly clear," Seth Quinn continued. "Miss Jennings, over the past few years, the reason Aegis has promoted you so heavily is that I’ve seen you’re hardworking and intelligent."

"Therefore, a smart person should know her place. I don’t like people who play games behind my back. Just because I don’t say anything doesn’t mean I don’t know what’s going on. To the public, you are Aegis’s top star, so I am affording you some dignity."

"But that does not mean my tolerance is without limit. Remember this: I can make you, and I can break you. So don’t even think about testing my limits."

Without sparing a glance for the complex expression on Faye Jennings’s face, he called out in a low voice, "Chase Childs," and rolled up the window.

Chase Childs quickly got into the car, started the engine, and drove away.

Faye Jennings was left standing there, a look of terror on her face. ’Does he know something? No, what I did was too secretive. There’s no way he could know.’

’Even if he were suspicious, he’d suspect Sandra, not me. How could he possibly suspect me?’