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Chapter 142

Chapter 142

Barrow’s eyes bulged in shock.

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His memory flashed back to when his men had snatched the document case from Quinlyn’s arms. The seal was intact, the ropes neatly tied.

In his haste, he assumed a person fleeing in a panic wouldn’t have had time to tamper with the contents.

With no ability to scrutinize dozens of pages of formal contracts, he had simply burned them all at dawn upon hearing gunshots.

Never did he imagine Quinlyn would have secreted away the two most crucial pages.

Suddenly, Barrow lunged at Quinlyn with a roar, his handcuffs clanging against the chair.

Stanley, though startled, reacted instantly, delivering a powerful kick to Barrow’s chest, sending him crashing back into the chair.

Two police officers quickly pinned him down, but Barrow continued to roar in fury. “Quinlyn! If the others find out, they’ll never forgive you! You traitor of the borderlands!”

“Shut your mouth! Want another beating?” Stanley yelled, holding Quinlyn back.

‘Good grief, that guy’s tough. My leg went numb after that kick,’ he thought.

Quinlyn gently pushed Stanley aside, signaling she was fine, and walked firmly to stand before Barrow. Her eyes locked onto his. “I don’t belong to the borderlands, and I certainly don’t belong to criminals.”

She would never be one of them, no matter what.

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Barrow’s desperate shouts echoing behind her. Those two pages meant he would soon face trial and spend the rest of his life in prison.

Outside the tent, Bennett and Donny both sighed with relief.

your clothes even in a coma. Hiding evidence, huh? Your determination

he could keep himself calm in such a horrible situation and

definitely get a commendation this time. I’ll personally make sure of it if the higher–ups don’t come

bribe her

candy is delicious,” Quinlyn corrected him with

feigned indignation. “You’re so easily bribed with just a

was just craving something sweet. It had been so long

grassland, only to find chaos with barking dogs and people’s screams. “What’s going on?” Bennett asked a young officer,

was suddenly attacked by a pack of starving dogs.

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in, the officer, whose hands

laughed. “Serves them right for treating women as playthings. Now

didn’t voice it. They sent Quinlyn back to rest and discussed

and Larry had returned and were sitting on stools in the sun,

stand these posers,” Stanley said, rolling his eyes and heading to the kitchen

at them, and sat on the doorstep. “Who

pointed to Joseph,

noisy, so he suggested using an iron cage for more space and safety. But less than an hour later, the dog kennel

a small door. Usually, after a dog killed someone, more

only release one or two dogs at a

massacre.

said calmly. He was wearing glasses, his face handsome and gentle, like that of an

keys,” he

He considered it mercy not to deal with the scum himself.

tension between the two, frowned and held their arms. “Don’t

grinned. “So, it’s okay as long as we don’t

the effects of her head injury. “Better

a cost, including revenge from others and legal punishment. Even if others didn’t know, the