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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.

examine her. “Look at you. You

was taken aback,

rough and don’t know how to take care

bumps and bruises of the journey, that train ride alone would have left a normal woman less than whole.

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

‘Her help? Wasn’t it just that time with the drug

had barely paid her any attention. When

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me, and wished me dead. We’re not companions!” Harriet shook her head wildly, denying their connection and not wanting to be seen in a negative

Quinlyn. “Why bother saving someone like her? Forget it. Get her out of my

wave of his hand, a henchman entered and hauled

Harriet’s loud, desperate

his lips. “Since you want to stay so badly, go to the dog–fighting arena. Whether

made Quinlyn wrinkle her brow slightly; she

think and just nodded recklessly. “I, I’m willing to go. If I

wherever Quinlyn was, was

chuckled a couple of times and agreed

tent finally fell quiet. The broth in the copper pot had simmered away, and Barrow patted his belly and spoke. “Well, have you thought

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

start by learning the rules in the tent,” Barrow

most delighted by this were

shape up. Or else Ms. Lynch will definitely come back to skin you,” they said, combining threats and encouragement, and saying it

Quinlyn and lay on the sofa, stretching out for a nap.

asleep; his breathing pattern was off. So she curled

amused. “Damn, she falls asleep faster than I do.” Not stealing, not robbing, and not jumping to take charge was Barrow’s first impression of

Yolanda called Bill to ask about the outcome. Unable to decide, Bill went to consult

Alright, don’t get so upset

hung up in anger, shocking Bill into holding his

sighed, handing the phone to Bill. “Sometimes I can’t tell who’s the