Chapter 145 Stalker?
Quinn's POV
Fortunately, Grayson didn't answer anything. He let Hanz leave without getting the answer he wanted.
But the problems didn't stop there. Owen was still there, insisting on staying.
I sighed. "Owen, it's over. Please leave."
"I just want to eat at that restaurant, Quinn. So you can't turn away customers who want to eat," Owen replied.
"Okay, now it's between you and me. Stop stalking Quinn or I'll report you to the police. Screw your family having the biggest law firm, I'll do whatever it takes to keep you from being like dirt stuck to Quinn's life."
I wanted to laugh at Grayson's analogy. But I held it back because right now I also wanted to teach Owen a lesson.
"It's not enough that you come to my home, you also come to Quinn's workplace? Have you no shame?"
I rubbed Grayson's chest to calm him down. Although I liked that he was setting boundaries with Owen, I didn't want Grayson to lose control and hurt himself.
Meanwhile, Owen, who had been silent, finally took action. He, who had been a little far from us, slowly approached again.
With both hands in his trouser pockets and his suit as smooth as ceramic, Owen this time really looked like a true heir. And I'm sure that even if someone said he was a stalker, people wouldn't believe it because of his look and his family name.
So even though Owen was quiet and not as vocal as Hanz, I actually found dealing with him the most difficult. He's a solicitor, he's handled many cases, he's very skilled at talking. So it's very difficult to tell if he's lying or not.
In fact, I'm worried that if Hanz really carries out his threat and reveals our past relationship, people will condemn me. Because they will probably defend Owen, who has everything and looks perfect, rather than me, who has been gossiped about twice with these Alphas.
I really couldn't imagine how the public would react when they found out about my past relationship with Owen. Even being rumoured to be involved with Hanz alone had earned me a lot of criticism because they thought I was taking advantage of a rising rookie. The truth is, they just didn't know that I was more interested in older men, mature men like Grayson.
"You should know something. I'm not stalking Quinn. I'm not a stalker," Owen explained, emphasising each word.
"Okay. Then explain why you came to my home and how you knew Quinn worked at that chicken restaurant," Grayson challenged.
Owen smiled mysteriously. "I knew your home address because I saw Quinn around there. I had business with her at the time. And as for how I knew Quinn worked there, honestly, I don't know. Because I came there after seeing the restaurant go viral on social media."
I widened my eyes. "Don't lie, Owen! What business?"
"And don't try to clear your mind, you bastard!"
Grayson pulled me aside while he pushed Owen against the wall. "If you're not lying, then let me read your mind."
Owen looked at me and smiled. "I can't tell you what it is because we're not alone here, Quinn."
He then looked at Grayson. His gaze turned sharp. "Now I'm not emptying my mind. Read it as you please."
Who would have thought that Grayson would then punch Owen in the stomach. Not stopping there, he also kicked Owen's penis until he bent over in pain.
"Fuck you, Grayson! Go to hell!" Owen shouted.
I immediately pulled Grayson away. I looked at him intently. "Did you find the answer? So is he stalking me or not?"
Grayson turned his face away, looking at Owen. "Even though he's thinking about the video he found on social media about the restaurant, it's still possible he's lying."
"I told you I'm not a stalker! Everything that happened between me and Quinn after we broke up was accidental, you bastard!"
"If you want to convince us, then just tell us what you mean," I replied.
Owen, who had calmed down, held onto the wall, trying to stand up straight. "I want to ask about the job I offered you back then."
"What job?" asked Grayson. He was asking the same question I wanted to ask.
Owen adjusted his collar. "To be my personal assistant. When Quinn ran away from you after your ex-girlfriend showed up, she left with me. Well, I offered her a job with a higher salary and, of course, no risk involved."
Oh, I knew what Owen meant here. He was taunting me about my job with Grayson. He was being reckless because I was sure Grayson wouldn't stand idly by.
And sure enough, my hunch was right. Grayson stepped forward, about to hit Owen for the umpteenth time.
And for the umpteenth time, I stopped it.
“She’s not my girlfriend! Kelly was never my girlfriend!" Grayson shouted.
"I don't accept the offer. I don't want to work with you, Owen," I said firmly.
"Oh, Quinn. You nodded then."
"Quinn may have nodded because her mind was in turmoil at the time. She just wanted to give Dylan the best treatment. So if she verbally agreed to your offer at that time, I wouldn't have a problem with it. Why? Because she was under pressure at the time. And don't use that as an excuse to break up our relationship, you bastard!"
I sighed. "Please stop your obsession with me, Owen. You no longer love me, you never did. You just feel guilty. That's why you think you have to get me back. Because you feel guilty for treating me badly in the past."
Grayson smiled crookedly. "Quinn is right. You feel guilty for hurting a woman as good as her. You probably won't find someone like Quinn in your new girlfriend, that's why you're like this. Am I right?"
Owen growled. "Don't interfere in our business."
"Oh, of course I'll interfere." Grayson slipped his arm around my waist, as if to show I am his. He then pressed our bodies together. "She's my woman. Anything that bothers her, I have to get rid of."