Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1675

Quincy froze and turned toward the voice. Under the dim, yellowish glow of a streetlight, a black Rolls-Royce Cullinan was parked. A man leaned lazily against the driver's side door, dressed in a crisp, tailored suit, a lit cigarette pinched between his long fingers. Wreathed in a veil of smoke, his strikingly handsome face looked somewhat familiar. It took Quincy a moment to place him. He had seen this man around James before. Will had mentioned that this guy was James's closest friend over at Nelson Corporation. His last name was Michell, and he was a lawyer.

Realizing who it was, Quincy dropped his guard. He slipped his keys back into his pocket and offered a polite smile. "Mr. Michell? Did you just say you wanted to set me up with someone?"

Steve brought the half-smoked cigarette to his lips and took a long, deep drag. Exhaling a thick cloud of white smoke, he stared coldly at Quincy through the haze. "Yeah. I have a cousin, quite pretty. She's a well-known talent in the Capital's social circles. More than a match for a SWAT Captain like yourself."

Quincy didn't even have to think about it before shaking his head. "No need. Thanks for the offer, Mr. Michell, but I already have someone I like."

Steve's fingers paused, sending a shower of gray ash falling onto his expensive leather shoes. He narrowed his deep, alluring eyes and let out a faint, almost imperceptible scoff. The laugh was laced with mockery and a hint of gritted teeth. "Sylvia?"

Surprised, Quincy rubbed the back of his neck and offered a bashful, earnest smile. "Is it that obvious?"

Seeing this rugged, straightforward demeanor that was virtually identical to Will's, the nameless fire in Steve's chest burned even brighter. He sneered, mercilessly pouring cold water on the idea. "Don't waste your energy. She would never fall for a guy like you."

"What do you know! Sylvia is just having a little disagreement with me lately! It's inconvenient for me to show my face right now, which is the only reason you managed to slip in. Once she cools off, we'll reconcile naturally!" With that, Steve reached out and clapped a hand onto Quincy's broad shoulder. "I'm only offering to introduce my cousin to you because you're brothers with James. She's a wealthy heiress, a brilliant mind in the Capital. Isn't being with her better than chasing a woman who won't even give you the time of day?"

Quincy wasn't buying it. He raised his hand and unhesitatingly swatted Steve's hand off his shoulder. "No thanks. Whether Sylvia likes me or not is up to her, not you. As long as she's single, I will continue to pursue her. Mr. Michell, if you really think you have what it takes, then let's have a fair competition!"

Steve's face turned completely black. Given how thoroughly Sylvia despised him right now, a fair competition meant he had absolutely zero chance of winning. He hadn't expected this big, goofy-looking meathead to be so incredibly stubborn. He truly was Will's best friend, equally infuriating. But Steve Michell had never backed down from a fight in his life. He stared coldly at Quincy, the corner of his lips pulling into a haughty sneer. "Fine. Fair competition it is."