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Chapter 134

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“She’s from the border. She’s a lookout, not a city girl. She lives in the village where we bought the wine. She’s a liar!” Harriet’s voice was shrill and rapid.

She feared that if she spoke any slower, she would be taken away.

The spacious tent fell silent for a moment.

Bill and the others looked at her in shock, then slowly turned their gaze to Quinlyn.

Lookout? We captured a fellow lookout? It can’t be, they thought.

Barrow, sitting steadily at the table, had an inscrutable look on his face. His amber eyes scanned Quinlyn. “Is what she says true?”

Quinlyn didn’t move, continuing to eat lamb as if nothing had happened. “Yes.”

Barrow, fearing his bowl would be emptied if he ate too slowly, also picked up his fork. “Then how did you end up in the city? I heard you were doing quite well.”

Quinlyn appropriated a dish of sauce from him. “I impersonated the daughter of a rich man.”

“Oh, the one who was kidnapped by those people who got burned a few months ago? They’ve got guts, taking on dozens of rich kids at once,” Barrow said.

“Yes, one of them died midway, and I took her place.” Quinlyn said.

“That’s a good idea. You’ve got a smart head on your shoulders.” Barrow laughed.

As they talked and ate, both ended up overeating.

Harriet stood there, dumbstruck at the sight of the two of them lounging in their chairs with full stomachs. She stood there with her mouth open, at a loss for words. “This is not what I expected.’

After accidentally learning the secret in the village, she had clutched it to her chest, planning to use it as a trump card at the crucial moment.

But things ended up differently.

“You… Quinlyn is… a fraud.” She repeated this sentence blankly, then met Barrow’s fierce gaze.

her. “Look at you.

taken aback, not

so they’re rough and don’t know how to take care of you.” Barrow nodded toward Bill and the others, picking his

that train ride alone would have left a normal woman less than whole. Yet you came through unscathed.

she purposely took the farthest seat to give you space. It’s a shame you’re a traitor.

these things and felt only confusion. ‘Her help? Wasn’t it just that time

of the time, Quinlyn had barely paid her any attention. When she was getting along well

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wished me dead. We’re not companions!” Harriet shook her head

with his vast experience, merely scoffed, shook his head, and turned to Quinlyn. “Why bother saving someone like her? Forget

hand, a henchman entered and hauled Harriet away with one

anything, please don’t…” Harriet’s loud, desperate cries echoed through the

so badly, go

slightly; she

nodded recklessly. “I, I’m willing to go. If I survive, can I come back and stay

her, wherever Quinlyn was, was a good place.

a couple of times

The broth in the copper pot had simmered away, and Barrow patted his belly and spoke. “Well, have you

Quinlyn replied without hesitation; it was the best choice for

the rules in

were most delighted by this were undoubtedly Bill and the

better shape up. Or else Ms. Lynch will definitely come back to skin you,” they said, combining threats and

Quinlyn and lay on the sofa, stretching out for

was off. So she curled up in a corner. A few minutes

the child who had dropped off, was amused. “Damn, she falls asleep faster than I do.”

called Bill to ask about the outcome. Unable to decide,

I’ll take care of her for you. Alright, don’t get so upset over this. I’ll send you another 3 million dollars.

up in anger, shocking Bill into

sighed, handing the