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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.

“Look at you. You

was taken aback,

mainly in adults, rarely children, so they’re rough and don’t know how to take care of you.” Barrow nodded toward Bill and the

of the journey, that train ride alone would

only one answer: your little companion was protecting you, just like how she purposely took the farthest seat to give you space. It’s a shame you’re a traitor. All her

was unaware of these things and felt only confusion. ‘Her help? Wasn’t it

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

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

experience, merely scoffed, shook his head, and turned to Quinlyn. “Why bother

hand, a henchman entered and

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

to stay so

her brow slightly; she knew it was no

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

Quinlyn was,

chuckled a couple of times and

fell quiet. The broth in the copper pot had simmered away, and Barrow patted his

follow you,” Quinlyn replied without hesitation; it was the best

the rules in

most delighted by this were undoubtedly Bill and the

parting advice. “Since Barrow keeps you by his side, you’d better shape up. Or else Ms. Lynch will

everyone left, Barrow paid no attention to Quinlyn and

curled up in a corner. A few minutes later, soft

looking at the child who had dropped off, was amused. “Damn, she falls asleep faster than I do.” Not stealing, not robbing, and not jumping to take charge was Barrow’s first impression

to ask about the outcome. Unable to

for you. Alright, don’t get so upset over this. I’ll send you another

anger, shocking Bill into holding his breath.

this girl’s temper is really getting worse,” Barrow sighed, handing the phone to