Meanwhile, with all eyes on him, Sean Quinn finally spoke up. "No."
A single word, firm and forceful.
His rejection was swift and decisive.
Unwilling to accept it, Rhea Vaughn's pretty face flushed red. She retorted defiantly, "Why not?"
Sean Quinn replied coolly, "You're not worthy." He paused, then twisted the knife. "Stop embarrassing yourself."
Those two remarks were ruthless, vicious, and showed no mercy—a classic Sean Quinn-style rejection.
Rhea Vaughn's face paled with anger. "I... How am I not worthy of you? Sean Quinn, are you really that full of yourself? I've never met anyone more narcissistic!"
Sean Quinn's gaze was dark and his tone, cool. "To be narcissistic, you need to have something to be narcissistic about. Young lady, it's a virtue to know your place. You haven't even figured out your own worth, yet you have the gall to come here and make a fool of yourself? Why don't you learn some basic decency first?"
