Chapter 61

"Mr. Sutton, are you leaving already? We haven't finished our drinks," a contractor mumbled, trying to detain him.

"Mr. Baker, I'm still here, aren't I? What do you need? Must I personally stick around while you drink?" Harry replied with a hint of sarcasm.

"Not at all. Mr. Sutton's appointment is important. Let's all raise a glass to wish him a pleasant evening!" Joshua declared, lifting his glass with the others toward Cameron.

Cameron offered a cold, disinterested smirk. He avoided their gazes as he donned his coat and strode toward the exit.

Once outside the restaurant, he pulled out his phone and dialed Quinn's number. The call went straight to voicemail. When did Quinn become so bold that she decided to turn her phone off?

He felt a surge of irritation and dialed the presidential suite's landline instead. After several rings, there was no answer. Was she still sleeping?

At that moment, Quinn was asleep, but not comfortably in her big bed. She was tossed into the trunk of a car, unconscious. When she finally regained consciousness, she felt wetness on her clothes and hair and realized she had been doused with water. The surroundings were dark, lit only by a hanging lamp above her. A group of young thugs loomed in front of her; one stood out with a tight shirt revealing a nasty tattoo on his arm and a thick gold chain around his neck.

"You're finally awake?" the tattooed man sneered, leaning down to look at her.

Quinn's mind was clouded momentarily, but it quickly dawned on her that she had been kidnapped. Panic surged within her.

"Who are you? Why did you bring me here?" she asked, her voice trembling.

The tattooed man didn't answer immediately. Instead, his lewd eyes raked over her. Fortunately, she had changed into a loose-fitting loungewear set before leaving the site, not the tight mini dress she had worn for work at the hotel. Otherwise, the dress and skirt would have been completely revealing after being soaked.

"You're quite the looker. No wonder Cameron has his eye on you," the man remarked, stroking his chin.

Quinn felt her heart tighten at the mention of his name. Was he the reason she had been kidnapped?

"Listen, lady," the tattooed man said, raising the phone in his hand. "If I called Cameron right now and told him to come rescue you, do you think he would?"

The question threw her off guard. With her current, tenuous relationship with Cameron, there was no way he would risk saving her. Just getting him to report her disappearance to the police would be a significant act of kindness.

"He wouldn't. I'm just his butler. He's merely my employer. You've never seen a boss risk himself to save an employee, have you?" she replied.

"Just his butler? But I heard you two are pretty close—sharing a bed, even," the tattooed man laughed, squatting down and running his rough hand along her neck. "You have such nice skin. Cameron has it good…"

"Don't touch me!" Quinn shot him a disgusted look, her voice rising in alarm.

"What's the matter? Do you think it feels better when Cameron touches you?" The tattooed man grinned lewdly, then turned to his goons. "You boys want to give it a try?"

"Sure, let's do it!" the thugs eagerly chimed in. Their hands were itching to touch Quinn.

"Get lost! You think you can afford to pay if you mess things up?" The tattooed man shot them a glare, rolled his eyes, and pulled out his phone to make a call.