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Chapter 16

Chapter 16

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As soon as Stanley got in the backseat, he grumbled, “Why do we need him along? It’s just a simple job–I can handle it on

my own.

Quinlyn sat quietly in the backseat, keeping to herself until the car passed through the villa gates. Then, out of nowhere, she said. To not your sister”

Joseph, behind the wheel, hit the brakes so hard that the car nearly skidded to a stop. He glanced back at Stanley, who looked like he’d been punched in the gut. “Why did she suddenly tell him the truth? Could it be. Joseph thought, bewildered

Quinlyn pointed at Joseph. “If you don’t believe me, ask him,” she said to Stanley.

Joseph squirmed in his seat, feeling like he’d just been caught red–handed. He knew he was the one who’d started this mess with his stupid idea.

After pulling over, they sat in silence for what felt like forever. Finally, Joseph confessed and told the whole story.

By the time Joseph finished, Stanley lunged at him, landing a few punches that left Joseph groaning.

Stanley’s face was twisted with anger. “I can’t believe you set me up!” he shouted, feeling completely betrayed.

Joseph winced, clutching his stomach, but stayed calm. “I didn’t want the cops to link the robber’s death to Quinlyn,” he explained. “I thought it’d be safer if she used a fake identity. I planned to take her to my place once the report came out.”

Stanley’s anger didn’t let up. “What report?” he demanded

Joseph straightened up, his brow furrowing as he realized something was off. The DNA test,” he said. “My dad told me yesterday he saw your dad pick it up. Didn’t your dad tell you the results?”

But Joseph already had an answer. If Stanley had seen the results, he wouldn’t be reacting like this.

“…” Stanley started, his anger fading away. “He didn’t mention a word about that,” he said, looking confused.

His dad had asked him to register Quinlyn’s birth certificate this morning, and it didn’t add up.

reading his mind. “They want to make me their

blinked, stunned. “What?” he asked,

daughter, Harriet, lived a life of privilege. There was no way they’d bring in

serious reason.

narrowed as he put the pieces together. “It’s about my grandpa’s inheritance,” he said,

frustration.

recalled the Anderson family’s complex dynamics. It was a maze of power and secrets, with the older generation holding all the cards while the younger

company struggling, he probably needed Edward’s clout to get his

a mess, slumped in his seat, his mood swinging like a wrecking ball Joseph glanced over, then focused

the road.

turned to Quinlyn. “Why’d you tell me

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his reaction. “I just don’t want to be an Anderson,” she said

understood his dad had only

and said. “Don’t worry, I’m not taking any of your money, and I won’t let anyone

gaze. You’re different from them,”

boost. He started thinking

who was driving, glanced back at them. “She’ll need her own place for that,” he said, keeping his tone

do

house,” she said,

talking about buying a house

than this.

an acquaintance who knows the real estate game inside and out. If you’re down, I can

sent a jolt of excitement

guy–he was a real estate heavyweight, the biggest name in the

office, Joseph made a quick call.

Claude is away on business, but he’s sending someone over

She wandered over to the glass display case in the middle of the lobby and leaned in, her eyes wide with curiosity as she checked out the

was a kid, she lived in a shack that was barely standing, with burn marks all over the walls. People said someone had died there.