Holly Winslow sent a screenshot of the "evidence" to Mortimer Quincy: Look what you've done. If Dad doesn't spank you senseless, my name isn't Winslow.
On the other end of the line, Mortimer Quincy was lounging on the sofa, casually commenting on the news about the good-looking, genius couple: A perfect match.
He hit send, and a moment later, a message came in.
After reading it, he replied innocently: What's this?
'Hmm, not a bad review,' Holly thought sarcastically.
She rolled her eyes. "..."
'It's a headline and he doesn't know?'
She was willing to bet that rascal Mortimer had even left a comment, and it was probably something shamelessly flirty. "Quincy the Puppy, I know exactly what you're like without even having to guess."
You just wait for Dad to spank you raw.
Mortimer let out a low chuckle. "My dear wife, I'll drop my pants and let you have at it."
Holly Winslow was stunned by the shameless and flirty Mortimer. "..."
