Chapter 612

James leaned against the couch, smoking and muttering to himsell, “Am I too nice to Thea? I only

wanted to repay her. I listen to everything she says. So this isn‘t love?”

James was lost in thought.

Was he in love with Thea?

Or did he only want to repay her for saving his life?

“What is love?”

The love experts had analyzed it for him thoroughly.

He felt that when he first approached Thea, he only wanted to repay her.

However, after spending so much time with her, he had fallen in love with her. Losing her was losing

everything. “Hey, what‘s on your mind?”

A voice rang out.

James looked up.

Quincy walked in.

She was wearing a red professional dress. She crossed her arms and studied James.

“N–nothing.”

“It‘s after work now. Want to grab food together?”

Quincy smiled at James.

James glanced at her before shaking his head. “I don‘t think so. I have other things to do.”

He knew what she was thinking.

He was a married man. It was best he keep his distance from her. He was worried that he would not be

able to control himself if he spent too much time with Quincy.

She was too good at seducing him, which she did at every opportunity.

“Go enjoy yourself.”

James stood and left the office.

Quincy watched James leave, a hint of sadness on her face.

Just then, at a villa in Cansington.

“Dad, you promised.”

A girl in her twenties was crying. She was Cynthia The man wore a resigned expression. “Cynthia, I

tried. He‘s the Black Dragon. You know what

he‘s like. What can I do when he says no?”

“I don‘t care.”

Cynthia had tears in her eyes. “If he doesn‘t come, I‘ll commit suicide. I‘m your only daughter. You

decide what to do.”

“Cynthia, come on, don‘t be this way...”

“I‘ve never asked you for much, dad. I just want him to celebrate my birthday with me. Can‘t you help

me?”

Zane was between a rock and a hard place.

He tried.

He invited James.

However, James was not interested at all. He even offered half his assets, but James could not care

less. There was nothing else he could do. “I–I‘ll think of something else.” Zane massaged his temples.

Cynthia was his only daughter. She was his treasure. He did not want to see her sad. Only then did

Cynthia smile. She stood and massaged Zane‘s shoulders. “Deal. If James doesn‘t show up tomorrow,

I‘ll never forgive you.” “Yes, yes, I‘ll make sure that he‘s here. Even if I have to kneel to him, I‘ll make

sure he comes.”

“I don‘t care what methods you use.” Cynthia giggled. Sometimes, Zane did not know what to do with

his daughter.