Chapter 59 Who Saved Her?

Quincy didn't drink. He just stared at Sloane with cold, venomous eyes, like a snake watching its prey.

Sloane met his gaze without flinching, her eyes piercingly cold.

Quincy pulled out an ornate little box from his pocket, took out a cigar, and held it between his lips.

Then he said with a smug expression, "Look, I'm your client. No matter what misunderstanding we had this morning, it's time to