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Quentin Thorne returned home and saw that the women's slippers in front of the shoe cabinet at the entrance were gone, so he knew Ian Grant was already home.
Holding a stack of deformed photos in his hand, he strode up to the second floor and opened the door to the master bedroom.
Ian Grant was changing clothes. When she saw him enter, her face instantly contorted, the muscles twitching slightly due to her efforts to suppress her anger. She looked devoid of her usual grace and elegance, with only a face full of malice and ugliness.
Quentin Thorne locked the door behind him, waved the photos in his hand, and approached her, forcefully gripping her chin, and asked sternly, "It's one thing to cause trouble at home, but you took it to Uncle Forrester's place too? You have no shame, but I do!"
Ian Grant glared at him with hatred, pushed his hand away, and retorted sharply, "You secretly meet with a woman young enough to be your daughter! Is it you who have no shame or me?"
