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Chapter 117

After leaving the police station, Stanley was still caught up in his one–sided silent standoff with Quinlyn.

Quinlyn was thinking about the investigation map she had just seen in the office. It seemed the task force had zeroed in on the borderlands

The big shots from over there wouldn’t be easy to catch. They usually held citizenships in multiple countries and would switch locations as soon as trouble arose, making any arrest and trial felt like a wild goose chase.

Fortunately, thanks to the large–scale crackdown, online lending had temporarily vanished. They probably wouldn’t dare to act recklessly again for a while.

June’s heat started to build, and the day before leaving for the variety show, Quinlyn received a bounty of items.

Elowyn prepared sunscreen, sun–protective clothing, various insect repellents, and snacks to keep hunger at bay, packing a whole box as if Quinlyn were preparing for an extended stay in the wilderness. Larry had sent two bodyguards, both experienced and well–versed in Jelasica’s protective standards.

Joseph assigned two servants to handle Quinlyn’s daily needs. Despite being in a bad mood, Stanley still sent over three assistants to help Quinlyn with her managerial tasks.

Quinlyn expressed her gratitude to each and even sent Stanley a game data pack that completely resolved the lag issues in the new game.

In less than three seconds, Stanley replied with a “mwah–mwah‘ emoji. [Where else can I find such an amazing sister? No amount of money could replace you.] His flattery was even more over–the–top than that flashy floral suit of his.

Early the next morning, Claude arrived with Mandy, picked up Quinlyn, and then swung by to get Quinton

The morning light was just breaking Quinton stood by the door with his suitcase, slightly tilting his head up. Janet, standing on the steps, bent down to fix Quinton’s collar. She did it carefully, her slender fingers almost looking transparent in the golden light, with a hint of pink. She was undoubtedly a beauty.

Claude, acting as the driver, stared for a few seconds, his heart pounding. Afraid his daughter would notice, he quickly looked away.

When Quinton came over with his suitcase to say hello, Claude looked up again, only to find that Janet had already gone inside.

“Good morning. Hop in the car; I’ll help you with your luggage, Claude said, beginning to open the door to get out

But Quinton stopped him, “I can handle it myself,” he said, walking over to the trunk and lifting the suitcase with both arms. “Young lads are something else.” Claude laughed, growing fonder of the three kids in the backseat. “Quinton, you’re the older one. Make sure to take care of Mandy and Quinlyn during the show, okay? Can I entrust them to you?”

exuding confidence, and said, “Sure, I

weight but also seemed full of energy and confidence–a stark contrast to how he had appeared

an assistant with them, which meant Quinton didn’t have to do much.

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feel insecure among the rich kids, and reluctant to speak up. He wanted Chuinton

completely at ease with Quinlyn

recorded outdoors, chosen for

a spacious hill, a few little white houses were decked out with fresh flowers and colorful windmills, creating fairytale–like atmosphere. Everything had been set up

relax, the busy actors and actresses should

beside a sandbox, building

with his sharp

looked over and saw several vans pulling in

“Why did we stop here? My high heels

lot up ahead is full. We

to park in front of me? Get their manager over here,” Cecilia snapped while checking herself in

mirror

stammering, “It’s not other celebrities; it’s the kids who are

was stunned, unable to believe it. She pushed the door open to see

luxury cars, RVs, and supercars, with butlers and servants stationed all around–an impossible number to count. The kids who looked like they

this really for a show?” David, a B–list male celebrity in the back exclaimed, nearly dropping his jaw. His expression shifted to one of sheer excitement. “I’ve hit the

show, they were less than enthusiastic, thinking it would be more trouble than it

of wealthy

high heels, and David gave up fixing his hair. They joyfully ran toward the grass, beaming “Kids, here

middle also opened its doors, and a tall man stepped out from the back seat. Even in

utmost respect, greeting him one after another. “Hello

you.

mond, after