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Chapter 110

Chapter 110

Larry, who was on watch outside the stilt house, heard the commotion through his earpiece. His face turned grim. “I agree with Stanley. Let him go. Saving Quinlyn is our top priority right now”

If he had known it would come to this, he would have prevented Quinlyn from coming, even if it meant taking a lot of people with him.

The task force found themselves in a tricky situation too. They hadn’t anticipated just how important Quinlyn criminals. It was a perfect opportunity for infiltration, but Quinlyn was just a kid.

Before they could finalize a plan, Quinlyn’s voice came through the earpiece. “If I follow you can you give me

other

“Even if you want ten, that’s possible,” John replied, grinning. I’ll bring one to you tomorrow. Anything else you need t long as I can do it, I’ll make it happen for sure.”

Quinlyn shot him a glance, shook her head, and didn’t say a word

“Alright, alright, don’t be mad. I was wrong earlier. Come on, and sit down. I’ll have some fresh dishes served” John sad returning to his friendly demeanor but with more sincerity. “Come on, you two. Join us too”

Bennett and Donny took seats at the table. The driver was carried out, and soon a steaming hot meal was served. Although the blood had been cleaned up, the lingering scent served as a subtle reminder of the tense situation they had just endured

Bennett wiped the blood off his face with a damp towel. He still looked shocked, his palms cold and sweaty

Donny felt the same way. He stole a glance at Quinlyn and noticed she had started eating quietly again, her fingertip stained with a reddish hue.

To be honest, if he were in that situation, there was no way he could stay as calm as Quinlyn, let alone eat

John clearly wasn’t focused on Bennett and Donny. He just took the chance to drink and shower Quinlyn with compliments “You all are lucky to follow her right from the start. From now on, whatever your salary is. I’ll double it–just take good care of Quinn.”

a mocking laugh, “Look at how pale you guys are. You’re nowhere near as capable as Quinn. Two years ago. when I was

“On any

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she always managed survive. Now, anyone wanting to

focused on her food

were completely stunned. Nobody really knew Quinlyn’s past. Even after looking into it, they only knew she grew up as a lookout in the borderlands, with

John called out, “Quinn, why don’t you stop by my office tomorrow? Let’s

asked, “What about the person I’m asking

lit up with excitement. “Tll have her sent to you first thing in the morning. But

her head and softly said,

be

knowingly. “Makes sense. At ten, that’s about the age you’d want your mom

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around

they finalized their plans, they

wheel. He hardly said a word during the ride and quietly

the task force and the Hill family started to arrive one by

open to find Quinlyn washing her hands at the sink. Dried blood clung stubbornly to her skin, making it difficult to wash off. She scrubbed with

clothes are dirty, too. Let me get you a new set, Larry said, heading

the sofa. With a concerned expression, he half–kneeled in

change flickered across Quinlyn’s blank face as a spark lit up in her big eyes. She touched Stanley

on her small head and rubbed it vigorously, as if to vent his frustration. “You little thing, where do you get such courage from?” The meeting today had almost taken years off his life. Quinlyn pressed her lips together, unable to suppress a smile. “Did you find

in his tone. I thought Joseph was just being nice by letting me tag along, but it turns

was more than willing to help Quinlyn. But being tricked by an arch–enemy

changing lender websites was beyond what a lone