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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 haven’t suffered

aback, not

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

alone would have left a normal woman

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 help was wasted

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

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

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didn’t. She’s always looked down on me, been jealous of me, and wished me dead. We’re not companions!” Harriet shook her head wildly, denying their connection and not wanting

to Quinlyn.

a wave of his hand, a henchman entered and hauled Harriet away with one

me! 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

a sinister smile played on his lips. “Since you want to stay so badly, go to the

her brow slightly; she

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

her, wherever Quinlyn was,

chuckled a couple of times

the copper pot had simmered away, and Barrow patted his belly and spoke. “Well, have you thought it through?”

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

the rules

by this were undoubtedly Bill and the

side, you’d better shape up. Or else Ms. Lynch will definitely come back to skin you,” they said,

everyone left, Barrow paid no attention to Quinlyn and lay

his breathing pattern was off. So she curled up in a corner. A

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

Bill to ask about the outcome. Unable to decide, Bill went to consult Barrow again.

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

anger, shocking

Barrow sighed, handing the phone to Bill.