After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 145: Tearing Lovers Apart

Of course, Miles Murray knew what Connor Quinn meant by that.

It was a blatant attempt to use a child to secure his status with the mother.

While marveling at his friend’s slyness, Miles also felt a flicker of concern. "With Moira Sloan’s personality..."

Connor Quinn said in a low voice, "If she gets pregnant, she’ll definitely have the baby."

"So certain?" Miles asked.

Connor Quinn replied, "She’s a responsible person."

Miles didn’t know Moira Sloan well, so he couldn’t comment on whether she was responsible or not. He changed the subject. "Just because you didn’t use protection doesn’t mean she didn’t either."

Connor Quinn tapped the ash from the cigarette at the corner of his mouth. "She’s laid-back by nature. She doesn’t remember every single time."

Miles was thoroughly impressed. "Damn. You’re really betting on the odds."

Connor Quinn said, "You take the gamble, and a bike becomes a motorcycle."

Meanwhile, Moira was at the airport. As she was checking in, it belatedly dawned on her that she’d forgotten to ask Connor Quinn to look after Jean Hale. She pulled out her phone and sent him a message.

[Boss Quinn, if I’m not back in three days, please remember to go check on my grandmother for me.]

Connor Quinn replied instantly: Okay.

Moira was already used to his economy with words: Thanks, Boss Quinn.

Connor Quinn: Come back soon.

Moira was walking toward her boarding gate when she saw Connor Quinn’s message. She froze for a few seconds.

Come back soon.

Moira’s elegant fingertips tapped on an empty space on the screen.

’It had been so many years since anyone had said something like that to her.’

Moira pressed her lips together, stared at her phone for a moment, then put it away without replying.

The flight from Everwood to Atheria was just over two hours, and Moira used the time to catch up on some more sleep.

Adding that to the nap she took in the car, she had more or less made up for the sleep she’d lost last night.

When she got off the plane, a driver arranged by Finn Fuller was there to pick her up.

The driver eagerly stepped forward and took her handbag from her. "No luggage, Miss Sloan?"

Moira returned a smile that outshone any flower. "I’m not sure how many days I’ll be staying. I’ll just buy whatever I need."

The driver knew Moira’s background and was well aware of her financial means. "Whatever you need, Miss Sloan, just let me know. I can run errands for you."

Moira smiled faintly. "Thank you."

On the way to the hotel, the driver briefly introduced himself, saying she could call him Warren, and then launched into a long spiel praising Finn Fuller’s capabilities.

It went in one ear and out the other; Moira paid him no mind at all.

Not only did she not care, but her complete indifference was written all over her face.

The driver caught her expression in the rear-view mirror and sheepishly fell silent.

’Talented people always have a bit of pride in their bones.’

Besides, before Moira Sloan left Atheria, she was a household name in their circle, known by everyone.

The driver had been in this circle for some years and knew the temperaments of these big shots. He didn’t dare say another word for the rest of the journey.

When the car arrived at the hotel, the driver got out to open the door for Moira.

She accepted the treatment as a matter of course. Her long, slender, and toned legs emerged from the car, and as she stood up straight, she looked at the driver and asked, "Is Finn Fuller with Rachel Yates now?"

The driver was slightly taken aback and gave an awkward laugh. "I’m not too clear on Director Fuller’s private affairs."

Moira gave a mocking smile. "Is that so?"

The driver forced himself to answer, "Yes."

Everyone in their circle knew about the ’feud’ between Moira Sloan and Rachel Yates.

When he came to pick her up today, Finn Fuller had specifically warned him to never, ever mention this matter.

Fortunately, Moira didn’t press the issue. She took her handbag from him, said a quick ’Thanks,’ and strode into the hotel.

Finn Fuller had already booked the room for her. Moira registered with her ID at the front desk, gave the driver a few brief instructions, and took the elevator to her room by herself.

Watching the elevator doors close, the driver wiped away a cold sweat and pulled out his phone to call Finn Fuller.

"Director Fuller, she’s arrived at the hotel."

On the other end of the line, Finn Fuller asked, "Was there anything unusual on the way?"

The driver replied, "No."

After a moment, the driver remembered something and added, "When we got to the hotel, Miss Sloan asked me about you and Miss Yates."

Finn Fuller asked, "What did you say?"

The driver said, "Just as you instructed me beforehand, I said I didn’t know."

Finn Fuller approved. "Very good."

After hanging up with the driver, Finn Fuller set his phone aside and obsequiously refilled the teacup of the man sitting across from him, Miles Murray. "Is President Murray truly interested in getting into the lacquerware industry?"

Miles Murray exuded a lazy air, looking every bit the part of a devil-may-care playboy. "I’m idle anyway, so I might as well dabble."

With that, Miles picked up the teacup in front of him and toyed with it. "Who were you saying you wanted to set up at dinner tonight?"

Finn Fuller took a sip of tea. "My junior, Moira Sloan, and the President of the Jennings Group, Shane Jennings. They were lovers torn apart, and I just can’t bear to see it."

Miles Murray chuckled, his response full of meaning. "Oh? Director Fuller is quite the good Samaritan."