Quinn Sycamore stood still, her gaze distant as she mulled over the weight of her words.
The silence stretched, thick with tension, every second feeling like a lifetime.
It wasn't fear that kept her silent—it was calculation. When she finally spoke, her voice was calm but filled with an undeniable intensity.
"I am but a simple girl, young master Adrian," she began, her tone soft yet resolute. "If you can give me what I want, then becoming your woman is a small price to pay. I would even give you my life if you wished it."
Her words carried more than a mere offer of loyalty; they were the embodiment of her ambition. Her eyes, usually guarded, now revealed a flicker of something deeper—an unquenchable thirst for power.
