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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?”

fierce look, like hungry wolves with green – glowing

after recovering, surprised by

stunned, his

only two main roads nearby, no highways. You can’t

panic, she stepped back. “The boy you kidnapped is poor. He’s just here with me. Check if you don’t

of first threatening and then negotiating, unwilling

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safety.

other two men approached cautiously.

can you offer?” the man’s attitude softened.

30 million dollars is possible,” Quinlyn named

risks and police pursuit wasn’t as appealing as a direct ransom.

a money–for–person exchange,” they

away her knife, and followed calmly.

men, puzzled by her lack of escape, grew wary of her

200 yards, Quinlyn saw a minivan under the

demanded the

“I need to

van and opening the back

the same time, a gun

kid, another man said

want the money? I have no parents. The property is in my

should have done a background check and known her situation. However, the man said,

as soon as he finished speaking. Lying on the back seat, she saw bulging woven bags. Zipper edges revealed wigs, old people’s clothes, and children’s toys. She realized they

suburbs. The

looked at his gun–holding hand. After

us,” the man