CHAPTER 358: CHAPTER 371: DON’T WANT TO

Alice Conley felt a creepy sensation from Dorian Howards’ gaze at this moment. "This doesn’t seem to concern you, does it?"

He suddenly stood up, walked towards her, leaned down, and forcefully wrapped an arm around her waist, "Then how about I make it my business?"

"What do you want?" she glared at him, his face reflected in her pitch-black pupils.

He stared at her. Her resistance was so obvious, yet he still couldn’t help but get lost in her eyes, feel an uncontrollable urge to seize everything about her...

"What do you think?" he smirked, his lips approaching hers as if about to kiss her, but his mouth was covered by her soft palm.

"No!" Alice hurriedly said, "I’ll tell, I’ll tell, there’s only hand-holding between me and Archibald, nothing more!"

His eyes fixed on hers, he gently pulled down her hand. "So you just don’t want me to kiss you?"

"Yes, I don’t want it." She bit her lip, because once they kissed, it would only make her more emotionally entangled, perhaps even shaking the resolve she had worked so hard to muster.

Thinking he had no influence over her after three years, yet meeting him still made her heart panic, her mind scatter, reminding her of those past scenes.

Dorian Howards looked at Alice Conley for a while before releasing her, silently turning back to his desk.

Alice hesitated for a moment and said, "If... there’s nothing else, I’ll return to the Studio first."

Picking up the bag placed on the sofa, Alice turned and walked out of the president’s office.

Dorian’s gaze lifted from the document in his hand and looked at the now-closed door, "Alice..." How long would she continue to resist him? Why did she break up with him so decisively back then, and for what reason?

Was it really just for that five million? Or... was it because of his family?

If he hadn’t let go so quickly back then, would they still be together now? But no one could give him an answer.

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Mabel Quinn was somewhat surprised that the old Mrs. Quinn specifically wanted to see her and sent Thomas Quinn to pick her up. Christopher Quinn, the second master of the Quinn Family, had two sons: Thomas Quinn, born from the legitimate wife Winifred Wright, and Michael Quinn, born from the mistress Camille Grant.

At this moment, in the car, Thomas Quinn looked at Mabel Quinn and smiled slightly, "You gave that girl Yan a hard time before; you did quite well. If Yan tries any tricks on you again, you can come to me, and I’ll help you sort it out."

"That’s not necessary, I don’t think the Miss Quinn would always come to annoy me." Mabel politely declined. Externally, the Quinn Family seemed peaceful, but underneath, it was turbulent. She had no intention of getting involved.

Thomas Quinn’s eyes flickered, "True, your current boyfriend is Kyle Kinston. Yan likely doesn’t have the guts to provoke you. I hear you’re working as a small-time screenwriter at Morningstar now? Why not join the Quinn Family’s business for better opportunities?"

Thomas Quinn was directly extending an invitation.

Mabel Quinn was slightly taken aback, "I only know how to do screenwriting work; it might not be suitable."

"That’s no problem. The Corporation is planning to expand into the realm of film and TV content." Thomas Quinn said.