July Quinn turned around and saw Kyle Keaton looking at her.
In those deep eyes, the gaze was unfathomable.
If it were before, July Quinn might have worried that saying certain things would make her a target of ridicule.
But today, she seemed to urgently need a release.
When Vivian Lynn asked if she was okay, she managed to calmly change the subject.
When Brian Vance was ranting, she could face it calmly too.
But only in front of Kyle Keaton, when he asked her in that husky, charming voice why she was upset, did her nose suddenly tingle.
Maybe, Kyle Keaton was the release she so desperately sought.
Raising her head, July Quinn gulped down most of her beer before speaking.
"I cut ties with my parents."
Whether it was due to the beer’s stimulation or some other reason, July Quinn’s voice suddenly turned low and hoarse, sounding unlike herself.
Kyle Keaton was taken aback.
He didn’t expect it would be because of the Quinn Family.
But upon reflection, it made sense.
July Quinn was very brave and outstanding.
Only in front of the Quinn Family did she dim her light.
Who knew, perhaps this was a form of subtle protection?
Yet the Quinn Family treated her so harshly, it was clear to everyone they were not acting like family.
Smart as July Quinn was, how could she not see it?
But she never dared to confirm it, which was also a sign of her longing for and cherishing family ties.
In the end, it was still family that could hurt her.
Kyle Keaton thought for a long time, not knowing how to comfort July Quinn, and only said, "Actually, cutting ties might be a good thing. If you never had it, you won’t care about losing it."
"Yes, that’s what I think too. But here..."
July Quinn pointed at her chest, her eyes slightly red, "It’s still suffocating."
"July..." Kyle Keaton looked at her, seeing the tears in her eyes that she stubbornly refused to let fall, feeling a dull pain somewhere in his heart.
"I’m fine. Anyway, cutting ties cleanly once is good, then I won’t have to be sad for them anymore."
July Quinn said this and tilted her head back, finishing the remaining half bottle of beer.
Kyle Keaton could tell July Quinn didn’t want to continue the topic, so he asked about something else.
"By the way, I already had people greet them, starting the acquisition of shares in Westmarch’s top real estate company."
The words she said to Brian Vance before leaving the Hawes Presidential Hotel weren’t something Kyle Keaton thought was a joke.
"Good job. But after collapsing it, remember to let the industry know that hiring Arthur Lowell will result in the same fate as that company."
Yes, July Quinn wanted to collapse Westmarch’s top real estate company, not only because of the friction with Brian Vance earlier, but also because Arthur Lowell sold her shop, leading to her cutting ties with the Quinn Family.
Of course, July Quinn also understood that even without Arthur Lowell, her relationship with the Quinn Family was very fragile.
But she still wouldn’t allow others to cross her bottom line!
"Arthur Lowell?" Kyle Keaton slightly raised an eyebrow, seemingly puzzled.
"My cousin." July Quinn briefly introduced, without intending to elaborate.
Kyle Keaton didn’t continue to ask, as he wasn’t interested in the mess that was the Quinn Family.
If it weren’t for July Quinn, they would never have intersected in this lifetime.
"Let’s not talk about them, it’s unlucky."
July Quinn, still holding the drink, appeared bold, "Come on, let’s drink up, not going home sober tonight."
Kyle Keaton furrowed his brows.
He was quite worried about July Quinn’s ’not going home sober’ turning into an entire night of drinking and eating shrimp.
Yet before the crayfish was even served, July Quinn asked him, "Do you know which family I belong to? Hurry and call someone to take me home."
Kyle Keaton’s mouth twitched.
Well, she was already drunk.
On the way to taking July Quinn home, Kyle Keaton silently swore hundreds of times, "If I ever let July Quinn drink again, I’ll be damned."
Because when this woman gets drunk, as she herself once said—others are charming, she’s a handful!
See, at this moment, Kyle Keaton had just managed to strap her into the passenger seat, and when he went to open the driver’s side door, intending to drive her home, he found...
She had somehow already undone her seatbelt, her clothes mysteriously disappeared, and she was striking a seductive pose, breathing softly, "Handsome, you look just like my next boyfriend. Why don’t you take me home?"
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