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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.

everything Quinlyn needed to survive. It was her most treasured possession.

solid punch to Donny’s face, knocking him to the ground. “How

to strike again, but Bennett stepped in, blocking him–any further

one last time. I have absolute trust in Quinlyn, Bennett stated

any

in

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

and collaborated in crime. It was hard for him to feel warmth toward Quinlyn,

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driver without blinking, as if it was something she had done many times before. Her cold determination reminded him of Nancy’s tragic

five years old–too young to understand the complexities of life and death. Even though she had

child,

the face.

morning, John sent a woman over.

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

sleepily,

standing in front of her. The woman appeared to be in her forties and

Linda Bentley,” Linda stuttered, her

H

moment but then reached out and took her hand. “Don’t be scared. From now on, you’re my mom.”

word “Mom” slipped softly from Quinlyn’s lips. Linda barely caught it but nodded anxiously. Then Quinlyn guided her to the dining

Linda devoured her food. They hesitated to ask questions, deterred by Quinlyn’s

changed drastically. She had become unapproachable, mysterious, and even a bit dangerous.

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

shoes.

nervously.

nice shoes; they’re way too expensive, Linda protested, eyeing the price tags Quinlyn noticed Linda’s eyes darting over to the next store, so she glanced too and saw that