Quinn Sanders was the very definition of an independent, new-age woman.
"By the way, why did you look for me?" Quinn Sanders asked.
She knew that Jeanne would not visit unless there was something.
"I heard that Joshua Lawrence often comes to harass you." Jeanne didn't beat around the bush.
"Not exactly harassment." Quinn smiled.
When she smiled, she looked dignified. Quinn was used to putting on her professional smile.
She replied, "He just occasionally asks about my work."
"He's not a good man," Jeanne said bluntly.
Quinn looked at Jeanne.
"Of course, he's not quite capable so he won't be a threat to you. But he's in cahoots with Eden Swan and that man is cunning and will do anything to achieve his goals. Be careful," Jeanne reminded her.
Quinn's eyes narrowed as she examined Jeanne.
Jeanne said no more.
