After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 40: A Proper Massage

’Her senior brother?’

Hearing Lillian Kidd’s words, Moira Sloan’s lips twitched.

This senior brother of hers... she had been in the business for ten years and had only ever heard of him, never met him in person.

Other than knowing people in the industry called him Mr. Quinn, she knew nothing else.

To have someone who, despite sharing the same mentor, was a complete stranger stand up and clear her name... to be honest, she didn’t have high hopes.

It wasn’t that she lacked a sense of solidarity with her ’peers’.

It was mainly that she was a pragmatist.

However, despite her thoughts, she put on a different front when speaking to Lillian Kidd. "Then I’ll have to trouble my senior brother."

Lillian Kidd said, "We’re all family. Don’t talk about it being a ’trouble’."

Moira Sloan smiled obediently. "Mm."

After hanging up with Lillian Kidd, Moira Sloan leaned back on the sofa and pinched the bridge of her nose.

For the next few days, Moira Sloan was busy with work.

The shop was still closed, and there was no telling when it might reopen.

During this time, Shauna Duane gave her a call. The girl was good-hearted, sweet, and innocent. Although she saw Moira as a love rival, she was still kind enough to help her ask about the environmental certification issue.

"Moira Sloan, do you know anyone well-connected in Everwood County? I heard things go faster if you know someone."

Moira Sloan asked, "Is that how it works?"

Moira Sloan hadn’t been back in over a decade, let alone dealt with these government departments. She didn’t know the first thing about the ins and outs of it.

"You don’t get it," Shauna Duane said. "That’s just how it is in small places. It’s all about personal connections and favors."

Moira Sloan acknowledged, "Got it."

"So, do you know anyone?" Shauna Duane asked.

Moira Sloan chuckled lightly. "No." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Shauna Duane blurted out, "What about Connor Quinn? Didn’t he know that staff member? You could..."

Shauna Duane trailed off. After a moment, she said hesitantly, "If you want to ask him for help, I could ask him for you."

’That girl didn’t really want to ask him on my behalf. She was obviously just looking for an excuse to contact Connor Quinn.’

Moira Sloan smiled, tempted to tease her. But then she thought about her own ambiguous relationship with Connor Quinn, and the urge to poke fun vanished instantly.

Seeing her silence, Shauna Duane said hurriedly, "If you don’t say anything, I’ll take that as a yes."

With that, she hung up without waiting to see if Moira Sloan actually agreed or not.

Hearing the silence from the phone, Moira Sloan moved it from her ear to in front of her. Seeing the dark screen, she suddenly smiled.

’Oh well, let the girl hit a wall on her own.’

’When it comes to matters of the heart, you can’t persuade someone out of it.’

Moira Sloan didn’t know what Shauna Duane actually said to Connor Quinn.

In any case, a week later, Connor Quinn contacted her to say it was all taken care of.

At that moment, Moira Sloan was at a beauty salon getting a body treatment. She was lying face down on the massage table, her curvaceous body slathered in essential oils. As the masseuse worked with practiced hands, she let out a delicate, muffled groan.

"Ow."

Hearing this, Connor Quinn frowned. "What are you doing?"

Moira Sloan knew what he was thinking. Her voice was syrupy sweet as she chuckled, "Getting a massage."

Then, she added, "A proper one."

Connor Quinn fell silent. After about seven or eight seconds, he asked, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Moira Sloan replied playfully, her words a double entendre, "I’m not hungry."

Connor Quinn: "..."

When a man and a woman enter a certain kind of relationship, their dynamic inexplicably becomes cloying.

Even if the people involved don’t admit it, that atmosphere still permeates the air around them.

Take now, for example. Although Moira Sloan and Connor Quinn had only exchanged a few short words before hanging up, the masseuse working on her had still picked up on the undertones. She asked with a wide grin, "Miss Sloan, is that your boyfriend?"

Moira Sloan put her phone down, a flirtatious glint in her eyes. She smiled, her eyes curving. "Just a friend."

The other woman’s smile deepened. "Oh."

When Moira Sloan got back to her apartment in a taxi from the beauty salon, her "just a friend," Connor Quinn, was standing at her door holding two grocery bags.

She saw him as she stepped out of the elevator, paused for a moment, then approached with a graceful sway and a playful glint in her eyes.

She took the key from her bag and opened the door. The moment she stepped inside and bent over to change her shoes, something hard pressed against her from behind...