'There's no rush. They have all the time in the world...'
Sean Quinn slapped the contract against her and turned to leave.
After walking a good distance, he suddenly stopped. He had an irritated urge to smoke, only to realize he had left his cigarettes behind.
'Sigh... He shouldn't have made such an absurd request.'
'But he had.'
'He had spent all day thinking about it. This was the best way to take control of her affairs, to preemptively fix any problems, to leave nothing to chance. Of course, he couldn't deny his own massive selfish motivations. If Mr. Jagger knew, he would definitely think he'd lost his mind. But he just wanted to be selfish for once—this was, at its core, a mutually beneficial arrangement.'
'He just hadn't expected her to refuse so bluntly.'
Her words, "I have a fiancé," stung him. They made him feel guilty and flustered, forcing him to make a hasty retreat to hide the guilt gnawing at him.
