Chapter 68

It was a good idea. Honey, let's check if this reached the others.

Aimeton murmured and added, "How much do we..." as he looked at Cameron in front of him. "Mr. Sutton, it'd be embarrassing if they found out we let Quinn leave them. We'd better..."

"Not that much," Cameron said, holding up five fingers.

Cameron merely murmured.

Tristan shivered when he saw Cameron's mere after pondering for a while, he held up three fingers instead.

"Aren't you afraid you'll have no chance to spend it after receiving the money?" Cameron wondered if Tristan had a death wish, for the latter had the guts to negotiate.

"How much are you paying us then? We've made such a great effort to get you two here. We should at least get enough money to pay for our meals, right?" Tristan relented, saying with a sigh.

It was extremely unfortunate to have met someone like Cameron, who was difficult to deal with.

"I can pay you some money," Cameron stared intently at Tristan, his gaze cold. "But you have to tell me who did this to her hand."

Quinn hadn't expected Cameron to pay attention to her swollen hand in a situation like this. She felt a warmth spread through her. In an instant, she no longer felt the dread of being abducted because of him; instead, she was moved by his risk to save her.

"T-Tradan," Billy could tell from Cameron's tone that he was about to go after him. He panicked and secretly elbowed Tristan, hoping to save him.

Tristan, still caring about his friend, said, "F-Forget it. We don't want the money. You guys can leave."

Quinn opened her mouth, hesitant. Then, her gaze fell upon Billy.

"It was me. I stepped on her accidentally, sorry," the culprit confessed.

"Accidentally?" Cameron's expression was cold, his tone doubtful. "Is that so?"

Quinn only wanted to leave and avoid further trouble. She nodded. "It's okay, Mr. Sutton. They didn't do anything to me anyway. Stop putting them..."

"Okay," Cameron replied, carrying her out of the warehouse.

Quinn leaned against his chest, staring at his attractive profile. She relaxed, a faint smile curving her lips. She whispered, "Mr. Sutton, thank you for coming to save me."

"Good girl. You must have been terrified," his voice was exceptionally gentle and low, as though afraid of scaring her again.

When Quinn was carried back to the hotel, she drifted off to sleep, exhausted from the ordeal.

Waking up, she found herself in Cameron's bed, an IV drip taped to her hand.

"Ms. Lawson, you're awake," the nurse saw Quinn waking and immediately approached to help her.