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!”

they didn’t move. They weren’t

an older man with gray hair stepped out of the car. It was Mason, the head of the Lynch

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

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

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

I truly appreciate what you did for Janet and Quinton. I had planned to bring a gift today as a token of

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

opened, revealing their contents. The

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two boxes of gold–everything piled together, filling the boxes to the

my ancestors fled overseas, they fought to protect these national treasures. Now, I have the chance to bring them back. I

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deceit. She guessed that he truly wanted to do something good for his grandchildren, but she had already

Janet to Mordoria for the best treatment. Money and medical care weren’t an issue; those things couldn’t take away

grip made him feel like he might just give in and stay–to grow up with Quinlyn, go to school together, and build a brighter future side

intertwined. He added bitterly, I’m too weak right now. I can’t even protect myself. If I stay, I’ll never be able

‘I don’t need your help. But she didn’t say

raised his head. There was still some hesitation in his eyes, but now there was also a spark of determination. “Quinlyn, wait for me. I’ll get strong really

were left stranded at the foot of the mountain, helpless, the

learned the truth about his background, even though the Lynch family didn’t seem like the easiest group

there’d still be a place for him

a new string to it, and slipping it onto his wrist. “If you

couldn’t help but open his arms

got into the car, he made sure no one saw the tears on his face. He kept his eyes fixed on the