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When Michael arrived, Rebecca was no longer in the main hall.

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Seeing Peter sitting there with a sour look on his face, Michael asked casually, “Didn’t you say Rebecca was here? Where is she?”

“As the Quinn family’s precious little princess, of course Dad took her to show her around the Hanson residence,” Peter said with a mocking tone, shooting Michael a look full of disdain.

Michael didn’t ask any more questions and just walked over to his seat and sat down.

“Aren’t you going to go see her?” Peter said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Our niece has got a temper on her, just like Amelia–she’s not easy to handle.”

“Works out pretty well,” Michael replied, sounding completely unbothered. “A girl with that kind of attitude isn’t going to get taken advantage of out in the world.”

Peter’s scowl deepened.

Peter didn’t care that Michael was the head of the family–he just let him have it. “Come on, it’s just us brothers here. Drop the pretense, all right? No one knows better than you do that you don’t want Amelia or Rebecca back in the Quinn family.”

“They’re part of the Quinn family. Why wouldn’t I want them here?” Michael never let anyone see what he was really thinking.

“Hypocrite,” Peter scoffed. “Let’s see if you can keep pretending you don’t care when Dad tells you to sell off the shares that belong to Amelia to her daughter, and at the original price, no less.”

‘Michael glanced over at Peter. “Aren’t you handing over your shares too?”

“Mine are hardly worth mentioning, so it doesn’t matter either way,” Peter shrugged, sounding completely laid–back. “You’re the one with the big chunk.”

Michael’s expression stayed unreadable–he didn’t mean a word of it. “Those shares belong to Amelia anyway.”

Peter let out a dry laugh.

Yeah, those shares really do belong to Amelia.

If it weren’t for Amelia, the Quinn Group wouldn’t even exist, and the Quinn family might’ve been kicked out of The Big Four Families ages ago.

But once you’ve been in the game for so long, it’s hard to let go. If Michael hands over those shares to Rebecca, he’ll just be a figurehead as the head of the family, and even his son Max will get dragged down with him.

There’s no way Michael would ever give up those shares.

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Everyone was well aware of it–even Sebastian himself. No one said it out loud, but the truth bung heavy in

the air.

Rebecca, a storm of emotions welled up inside him, but he pushed them all

ever

and gently pushed

a classic European style, with a polished rosewood

Quinn didn’t let anyone else touch this room. All these years, he’s been the only one

a gentle whack with his cane.

out an awkward

I can’t even talk about it?‘ he grumbled to

the snowy white hair. Sensing that she might feel guilty, Sebastian quickly assured her, “Honestly, I’m just passing the

say

figure out why he took care of this

missed Amelia, and he was weighed down

the

come back whenever she wants,” Sebastian finally said, his voice gentle but resolute. “Home is

let her know what you said,” Rebecca replied–there wasn’t much else

had spent all these years weighed down by guilt, never able to forgive himself for what

is a

in reverse, and rivers never

next door is yours,” Sebastian said, wanting to do whatever

“Thank you,” Rebecca replied.

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to be polite with your

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put on a cold face with someone who always greeted her with kindness and

next half hour quietly exploring Amelia’s old

her youthful, fearless days, snapshots with her friends laughing

photo except the award ones, Ryan was always front and center–both of them looking so sure of themselves, eyes brimming with hope for the

bursting with energy–always

youthful spirit and enthusiasm. Nothing ever seemed to slow her down, Rebecca

wonder what your mom was really like when she was young?” Sebastian broke the silence, his voice warm. “If you’re ever curious, I’ve got plenty of stories I

thanks.” ‘I don’t need to hear it straight

from these photos and those scattered words her mom used to share, Rebecca could already picture her

want to hear about it, just ask me–so long as I’m still breathing, I’ll tell you everything you want to know,” Sebastian said, his tone full of warmth. “And if I’m already gone, just holler for me in your dreams. I’ll ask the King of Hell for some time off and come tell you

a

of man everyone in Honnala feared and respected. Yet here he was, talking to her like she was a kid–just hoping she’d warm up to him, going out of his way to make her

maybe things would’ve ended up differently,”

and Oliver paused, visibly stunned by her sudden

a moment, it was as if something from the past came rushing back–they both

she found it, swallowing down the tangle of emotions inside

‘If only I’d done things differently back then…

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