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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.

physically examine her. “Look at you. You haven’t suffered much on the way,

aback, not

men of mine deal mainly in adults, rarely children, so they’re rough and don’t know how to take care of

of the journey, that train ride alone would

the farthest seat

felt only confusion. ‘Her help? Wasn’t it just that time with the

attention. When she was getting along well on the train, Quinlyn

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looked down on me, been jealous of me, and wished me dead. We’re not companions!” Harriet shook her head wildly, denying their

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

wave of his hand, a henchman entered and

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

ear and a sinister smile played on his lips. “Since you want to stay so badly, go to the dog–fighting arena. Whether you live or

brow slightly; she knew it

“I, I’m willing to go. If I survive, can I come back and stay by you like

Quinlyn was, was a good place.

of times

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

replied without hesitation; it was the best choice

by learning the rules in the

delighted by this were undoubtedly

leaving, they gave Quinlyn some parting advice. “Since Barrow keeps you by his side, you’d better shape up. Or else Ms. Lynch will definitely come back to skin

left, Barrow paid no attention to Quinlyn and

he wasn’t asleep; his breathing pattern was off. So she curled up in a

“Damn, she falls asleep faster than I do.” Not stealing, not robbing, and not jumping to

ask about the outcome. Unable to decide, Bill

baby 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 you want,” Barrow said.

in anger, shocking Bill into

temper is really getting worse,” Barrow sighed, handing the phone to Bill. “Sometimes