Fake heiress Real heroine

Chapter 152

For a moment, both sides suddenly faced off.

“Ms. Yates, are you threatening us?” One of the lower–ranking members of the Lynch family glared at her, trying to act tough.

But Quinlyn wasn’t intimidated at all. “Yes,” she said, her expression completely calm.

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Niklaus and Raymond felt the tension rising and were about to step in to stop things. The guy from the branch of the Lynch family clearly had money and power, and they didn’t want to cause unnecessary trouble.

But before they could make a move, a group of bodyguards quickly raised their guns. The dark metal barrels gleamed coldly in the sun, and it was obvious these weren’t fake weapons.

Niklaus and Raymond froze, their mouths opening as they wanted to warn Quinlyn to be careful. But before they could speak, another group of people rushed out of the villa. They raised their guns too, and their movements were faster, more practiced, and more intimidating.

The once–wide street suddenly felt cramped, with heavy machine guns aimed directly at them, like rows of streetlights. “Mason, this isn’t Mordoria. Are you sure you want to start a fight here?” Joseph’s lazy voice rang out. “After all, it was Quinlyn who helped your granddaughter and her son when they were in trouble. You’re being ungrateful, right?”

As Joseph spoke, several young men along with him walked out of the villa. At the front was Joseph, confident and handsome. He stepped forward and slapped the lower–ranking Lynch family member hard across the face.

“How dare you, a lackey of the powerful, challenge Quinlyn?” Joseph said coldly.

The guy fell to the ground, completely humiliated, especially as a foreigner. His face turned dark, and he reached for a gun at his waist. But before he could aim it at Joseph, Quinlyn moved fast.

She sidestepped, lifted her leg, and kicked the gun out of his hand. In one swift motion, she pressed her knee into his arm and twisted it behind his back. There was a sharp crack, like bones snapping.

The man screamed in pain, writhing on the ground. “Shoot them. Kill them. Kill them all!”

tensed, but still, they didn’t move. They weren’t taking

It was Mason, the head of the Lynch family–the same man from the

his hand, glancing at his relative, whose arm was twisted on the ground. Then he turned his focus to Quinlyn, sizing

Quinlyn, he didn’t think much of her. She was quiet and reserved, and she had a sense of proportion. She had some skills, but her background

relative’s arm and threatened to block them from leaving the country. And according to his investigation, her family actually had the power to

truly appreciate what you did for Janet and Quinton. I had planned to bring a gift today as a token of my respect,” Mason said,

arm as he motioned for the bodyguards to open the trunk. They pulled out several large wooden boxes made of mahogany,

opened, revealing

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even two boxes of gold–everything

Now, I have the chance to bring them back. I hope you’ll accept them,” Mason said

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do something good for his grandchildren, but she had

best treatment. Money and medical care weren’t an issue; those things couldn’t take away

firmly held in hers. The warmth and strength in her grip made him feel like he might just give in

their hands still intertwined. He added bitterly, I’m too weak right now. I can’t even protect

thought to herself, ‘I don’t need your

some hesitation in his eyes, but now there was also a spark of determination. “Quinlyn, wait for me. I’ll get strong really fast and come back. When I do, I’ll be able to

strength. Ever since they were left stranded at the foot of the mountain,

family didn’t seem like the easiest group to deal with, he

time he returned, there’d still be a place for him

said, taking the key he had returned to her, tying a new string to it, and slipping it onto his wrist. “If you

but open his arms and hug

he made sure no one saw the tears on his face. He kept his eyes fixed on the little