"Men!" Quentin Grant called out in a low voice.
"Sir!"
"Get a car ready immediately. Throw this woman inside." His voice was calm and measured.
Although Young Master Dalton's voice sounded a little strange, his men didn't dare hesitate when they saw his face—especially the sparkling diamond stud in his ear. They immediately brought a car over.
Faye Sinclair was pushed into the back seat. Nora Ainsworth got in the front passenger seat, and Quentin Grant sat next to Faye. Since Faye was in handcuffs and shackles, they didn't need any other guards in the car.
Just as the car was about to leave, a woman in a long dress and a hat appeared at the main gate.
She blocked the car's path.
The gate guard trotted over to the car window. "Young Master Dalton, this woman… she claims *she's* Miss Sutton and is demanding to see you."
Quentin Grant spoke slowly. "There's only one Miss Sutton here. Tell her to get lost."
