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Chapter 127

Chapter 127

Quinton, though experienced in labor and stronger than average kids, was only ten. Yolanda, skilled in her methods, choked him until he was half–faint, then covered his mouth with a cloth. The pungent smell sent him into darkness.

After dealing with him, Yolanda’s eyes gleamed with excitement. She scrutinized his face from all angles.

While others thought Quinton resembled Janet, he actually took after his father, a fact he’d never know. Yolanda decided to add him as an extra and sell him too.

The wind in the woods was strong, rustling the leaves.

Quinton had come by the tent, hesitated, then Quinlyn, awoken by the noise, asked what was wrong. Not wanting to trouble her, he said he’d call home first.

Quinlyn waited, but after half an hour with no word, she grew anxious. Quinton wasn’t one to leave things unexplained. She sat up, left the tent.

“Ms. Yates, do you need to used the toilet?” one of the Hill family’s guard immediately noticed what she was doing and asked, thinking that it was normal for a child to use the toilet at night.

Quinlyn, however, shook her head and said, “You continue your watch. I’ll check over there.”

She pointed in the direction Quinton had gone.

The guard wanted to accompany her, but Quinlyn declined his offer. The area was exposed, with too many forest gaps for loose defense. Others like Mandy had even less self–protection ability.

Quinlyn first checked Quinton’s tent, but it was empty. Knowing his habits, she headed toward the lawn, the best spot for calls.

Nanny cars and luxury cars blocked the view, lining the road tightly. All was quiet except for the sound of her feet brushing through the grass.

Reaching the road, she looked past a nanny car and found Quinton gone. Sensing something wrong, she heard a faint noise. A gust of wind came, and she turned her head, avoiding a sack swung at her.

She quickly did a front elbow strike, hitting the attacker’s abdomen. The tall man doubled over in pain.

Smelling ether in the sack, Quinlyn immediately pulled out a knife to the man’s neck, demanding, “Where’s Quinton?”

They had a fierce look, like

man on the ground threatened after recovering, surprised by Quinlyn’s fierce

man was stunned,

main roads nearby, no highways. You can’t escape far,” Quinlyn said,

back. “The boy you kidnapped is poor. He’s just here with me. Check if you don’t believe me. But I’m rich

and then negotiating, unwilling to break her facade before

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safety.

two men

can you offer?”

dollars, even 30 million dollars

and police pursuit wasn’t as appealing as a direct ransom. Seeing her value, the three men’s eyes lit up.

for a money–for–person

unafraid, nodded, put away her knife, and followed calmly.

of her boldness. The girl Ms. Lynch asked us to kidnap is really

over 200 yards, Quinlyn saw

demanded the

insisted, “I need to

van and opening the back door to reveal Quinton, who was

the same time, a gun was

kid, another man said

have no parents. The property

background check and known her situation.

Lying on the back seat, she saw bulging woven

soon started and left the suburbs. The man asked Quinlyn to hand

and saw his rough features under the streetlights, then looked at his gun–holding hand. After a few seconds of hesitation, she took out the

a wolf pup’s, just like us,” the man said with a laugh, then asked for her