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Chapter III

Chapter 111

On the sola, Quinlyn curled up, feeling a bit sleepy with her hair still half–dry. Upon hearing the conversation, she slightly opened her eyes and drowsily said, “Tomorrow I’m going to the company to pick up the goods with John.”

“Alright, get some rest, Bennett replied, signaling for everyone to tidy up and leave. They all quietly slipped out of the room, trying to disturb Quinlyn as little as possible.

Larry glanced back at the task force, his expression distant.

Stanley followed them out. As soon as the door closed, he turned around and shoved Donny against the wall.

“What was that look you gave Quinlyn? Don’t forget she’s here to uncover the truth about your sister’s death. And the rest of you–if any of you dare look at her with judgment again, I’ll deal with you myself, Stanley warned.

He was keeping his emotions in check, but anger was evident in his eyes. From the moment he walked in, he had been suppressing it, only letting it out now to avoid upsetting Quinlyn

Yet, he could still sense her feelings. While she was washing her hands, she looked nervous–afraid he might notice how scared she was that he would find her dislikable.

For the first time, Bennett didn’t step in. Instead, he leaned against the wall and said in a slightly cold tone, “Stanley’s not wrong. If you can’t fully trust Quinlyn, I suggest we cancel the plan and have her quietly head back tomorrow.”

“You can’t just take advantage of someone and then complain later,” he sneered, making everyone too ashamed to lift their heads.

“Donny and everyone were just too shocked. Ella said, trying to ease the tension.

Bennett thought of his past self and chuckled bitterly. “I had my doubts too at first. But Quinlyn has risked her life to keep us safe during the mall robbery, the drug bust, and the artifact theft.

“Yesterday, when Donny yelled at her, it was the first time I saw her cry. At that moment, I wasn’t thinking about the damn human traffickers, but about how terrible I was.

“Quinlyn’s only ten. Two years ago, five years ago, she was just a kid, an orphan in the borderlands. What could she possibly do?

*Donny, when Quinlyn left yesterday, she secretly took the picture of your sister from the records. I saw her place it gently

in her wallet.

needed to survive. It was her most treasured possession.

He delivered a solid punch to Donny’s face, knocking him to the

but Bennett stepped in, blocking him–any further and it would be

Bennett stated calmly, glancing around at everyone the room.

any

in

slowly dispersed, leaving Donny alone in the hallway. He stood there in a daze for

in the borderlands, where the villagers acted as lookouts and collaborated in crime. It was hard for him to feel warmth toward Quinlyn, who shared that same background.

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Chapter 111

many times before. Her cold determination reminded him of Nancy’s

had been just five years old–too young to understand the complexities

a child, Donny thought. In frustration, he gave himself a hard

the face.

morning, John sent

lunch at the office,” the new driver said respectfully. Yesterday’s incident had

sleepily, hardly responsive.

and looked at the woman standing in front of

name’s Linda Bentley,” Linda stuttered, her voice

H

a moment but then reached out and took her hand. “Don’t

from Quinlyn’s lips. Linda barely caught it but nodded anxiously. Then Quinlyn guided

the table, Bennett and Donny watched as Linda devoured her food. They hesitated to ask questions, deterred by Quinlyn’s blank

Yocriton, her demeanor had changed drastically. She had become unapproachable, mysterious, and even a

worn out and decided to take her to the mall to buy some

shoes.

nervously.

price tags Quinlyn noticed Linda’s eyes darting over to the next store, so she glanced too and saw that