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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.

at you. You

was taken aback,

know how to take care of you.” Barrow nodded toward Bill and the others, picking his

alone would

protecting you, just like how she purposely took the farthest seat to give you space. It’s a shame

felt only confusion. ‘Her help? Wasn’t it just

Quinlyn had barely paid her any attention. When

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jealous of me, and wished me dead. We’re not companions!” Harriet shook her head wildly, denying their connection and not wanting

turned to Quinlyn. “Why bother saving someone like her? Forget it. Get her

a henchman entered and hauled

I’ll be good, I can do anything, please don’t…” Harriet’s loud, desperate cries echoed through the tent, causing everyone’s eardrums to ache.

so badly, go to the

made Quinlyn wrinkle her brow slightly; she

“I, I’m willing to

was,

of times and

tent finally fell quiet. The broth in the copper pot had simmered away,

hesitation; it

the rules in

this were undoubtedly Bill and

Ms. Lynch

no attention to Quinlyn and lay on the sofa,

breathing pattern was off. So she curled up in

who had dropped off, was amused. “Damn, she falls asleep faster than I do.” Not stealing, not robbing, and not jumping

the afternoon, Yolanda called Bill to ask about the outcome.

girl, it’s just a kid; I’ll take care of her for you. Alright, don’t get so upset over this. I’ll send you another 3 million dollars. Go buy whatever

in anger, shocking Bill into holding his breath.

handing the phone to Bill. “Sometimes