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Chapter 130

Chapter 130

As expected, Bill refused to take Quinton to the hospital. But Quinlyn saw this as an opportunity.

At a rural drugstore, after buying fever–reducers, Quinlyn secretly pocketed some while holding water and medicine,

She forced Quinton to drink water. Feeling the burning heat, she woke him up forcefully. “Drink more water and vomit it later,” she told him.

Due to the fever, Quinton’s consciousness was already a bit blurred. When he faintly recognized Quinlyn’s voice, he instinctively opened his mouth and began to drink water.

He felt as if his body was on fire, unbearably uncomfortable. Before long, the large amount of water sloshing around in his stomach became too much for him to handle.

Quinton spat out a mouthful of water onto Bill’s pants, and then, without a care, vomited everywhere.

“Damn it! What the hell is going on? Did you do this on purpose, you little brat?” Even the usually easygoing Bill lost his temper. But after he finished cursing and saw Quinton’s half–dead state, he thought it was because the medicine hadn’t taken effect.

“Why don’t we just find some desolate place and leave him there? This kid is making everything stink. It’ll be a problem if he dies in the car,” Tobias grumbled, clearly dissatisfied and not realizing that he was the one to blame.

Bill frowned, thought for a moment, and then took out his phone to call Yolanda.

“Is he that sick? Well, that’s perfect. You can just leave him anywhere and let him fend for himself. That kid’s whole family is cursed with short lives.

“Alright, I’m off to the set,” Yolanda’s soft, coquettish laughter came through the phone, showing a blatant disregard for human life. With a flippant tone, she finished her instructions and hung up.

After consulting Yolanda, Bill quickly found a remote hillside and casually pushed Quinton down.

They were fugitives on the border, so naturally, they didn’t bother to bury bodies. By the time the police discovered and investigated, Quinton’s body would probably have rotted away, and by then, they would have long fled the country to live in freedom.

That was why Quinlyn dared to take the risk of faking Quinton’s death and, just as the car was about to start, asked to go down and see him one last time.

“Quinton, I’m sorry,” she said as she squatted in front of him, pretending to wipe away tears with one hand while slipping a pill into his mouth with the other.

She always felt apologetic for putting him through this ordeal.

through the rear–view mirror, relieved knowing Larry was nearby and Quinton

was safe.

Quinton, the car got back on the highway, this time heading straight for

geography and complex transportation, and also a major railway hub in the country. It was a place where

deals here, and fugitives frequently

last time the task force had investigated, their trail had been

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the task force had finally determined the escape routes of the human traffickers, the station staff they had bribed, and the order of

all the berths in the three–tiered hard sleeper were already

people? It’s already packed in here,” a middle–aged man, who

turned contemptuous, and he propped

back

back.

for a moment, then chose to sit on the lower berth, letting Quinlyn and Harriet sit on

glance what

a drug–trafficking gang. The one on

compartments suggested Chandler’s conductor rented

were the most despised, so Bill’s group kept a low profile.

to the toilet midway to update Bennett. She learned Quinton had recovered and was with Janet,

more dangerous. Be careful

she was being taken to

[I know,] but had no intention of backing down.

the

said, his

was tempted by the candy after going hungry. Bill, resting against a pillow, glanced

take

I away.

want to eat it,” said

turning around, saw Quinlyn and became furious. “That’s mine!” Harriet