On the other end, Simon’s voice was laced with a touch of wounded innocence. “Sorry, Nikki, I didn’t realize things would blow up like this.”
“Sorry? You think a sorry can fix everything? Did you not think that getting involved with Quinn Monroe would bring me trouble?”
“Nikki, stop making things worse with Quinn. She’s way out of your league. Let’s just end this and part ways. We should not stay in touch.”
After saying that, Simon hung up, leaving me stunned and bewildered.
Part ways?
Seriously, Simon? Do you think you’re some sort of heartthrob acting out a melodramatic scene?
As I thought about it, I recalled something I overheard at the bar earlier: they said Quinn Monroe was the daughter of H City’s richest man. But as far as I knew, my father had only me as his daughter.
I won’t be funding you anymore. Nothing would change my mind.
The more I thought over about things, the more they didn’t up, so I decided to call the housemaid, Mrs. Wynn, to dig into Quinn Monroe’s background.