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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.

to physically examine her. “Look at you. You

taken aback, not

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 others,

of the journey, that train ride alone would

answer: your little companion was protecting you, just like how she purposely took the farthest seat

of these things and felt only confusion. ‘Her help?

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

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companions!” Harriet shook her head wildly, denying their connection and

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

hand, a henchman entered and hauled

don’t sell me! I’ll be good, I can do anything, please don’t…” Harriet’s loud, desperate cries echoed

stay so badly, go to the dog–fighting

dog–fighting arena made Quinlyn wrinkle her brow slightly; she knew it was no good

panic, Harriet didn’t have time to think and just nodded recklessly. “I, I’m willing to go. If I survive, can I come back and stay

her, wherever Quinlyn was, was

of times

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

without hesitation; it was the best

rules in the tent,” Barrow

ones who were most delighted by this were

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

Quinlyn and lay on the

knew he wasn’t asleep; his breathing pattern was off. So she curled up in a corner. A few minutes later, soft

she falls asleep faster

ask about the outcome. Unable to decide, Bill went

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

in anger, shocking

worse,” Barrow sighed, handing the phone