Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife

Chapter 1319: Chapter 1358: Morning in the Apartment Complex

"I’m just speaking the truth. Now the whole of Falling City knows you’re a joke, Miss Howards," Grant Lang said. "Your parents are drowning in debt, your family’s assets have all been mortgaged to the bank, and soon enough, you’ll probably have to take the bus to get around."

Francine Howards raised her hand in anger, intending to slap him, but he intercepted it with ease.

"Resorting to violence already? Have you considered that I might be able to help you?" Grant Lang said with a smile, his hand lingering on hers with a certain suggestiveness.

Francine was taken aback. "You can really help me?"

"That depends on what you’re willing to sacrifice," Grant Lang replied.

Disgust flickered in Francine’s eyes. Although the man in front of her was not bad-looking and had some status in certain circles, she always looked down on him for his lowly origins, aware that he harbored feelings for her. She had always thought he was like a toad lusting after a swan.

Even when she asked him for help before, it was more about using him.

Now, she understood his implication clearly; he wanted her body in exchange for his help.

Whatever, it’s just sleeping together once. At least it would get her back on her feet. Once she sorted out her family’s financial issues, she could find a way to shut Grant Lang up, and then, of course, no one would know.

With this thought, Francine suppressed her disgust and forced a smile. "Fine. As long as you can help me, everything will be to your satisfaction."

Moreover, she planned to use Grant Lang to make Mabel Quinn pay the price she deserved!

In Francine’s mind, countless wicked thoughts were flashing.

Grant Lang looked at the woman in front of him, a calculating look flashing across his eyes.

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Kyle Kinston slept straight through until morning in Mabel Quinn’s apartment, much to her amusement. She originally thought Kyle would only sleep for an hour or so, but he remained asleep, and despite the times she wanted to wake him, she saw his still pale face and remembered what he did for her daughter that day, so she swallowed her words.

The next day, when Kyle Kinston awoke, he seemed refreshed and in good spirits, with no discomfort at all. On the other hand, Mabel Quinn hadn’t slept well all night, her mind filled with Kyle’s face, only drifting into a fitful sleep in the latter half of the night. In the morning, it was her daughter who had woken her.

Upon waking, besides her daughter’s face, another was in her line of sight.

She instantly jolted upright, checking the distance between them. "I didn’t do anything weird, did I?" she couldn’t help but ask, worried she might have clung to him in her sleep like last time.

"Why, are you eager to do something weird?" he countered.

She flushed red, hoping he understood she didn’t mean that at all!

Before she could explain, he leaned closer, his handsome face magnified before her eyes. "If you want to do something weird to me, feel free," he said softly, his voice alluring.

Although his voice was barely audible, heard only by them, her daughter was still beside them, especially since the little one was watching with her clear and innocent eyes.