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Chapter 179

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Stanley cried again on his eighteenth birthday. His friends made sure to capture the entire spectacle on camera. Joseph bought the footage for a high price and had it displayed on a massive electronic billboard at the department store. When Stanley saw the video, he exploded in rage. “Joseph, I am going to kill you!”

Larry pulled Quinlyn aside at just the right moment, handing her a slice of birthday cake while shaking his head in mock pity. “Quinlyn, take a good look. This is how terrifying a man’s thirst for revenge can be.”

Back then, Stanley had recorded embarrassing footage of Joseph in the surveillance room. Now, Joseph was making sure the whole city got to enjoy Stanley’s humiliating moment. His payback was ruthless.

Quinlyn watched the video Joseph had personally sent her, remaining silent.

At some point, Edward stepped out for a while. Quinlyn, holding a glass of juice, went to look for Edward. She ran into him at the door. Edward was talking to Maurice.

It had been a long time since she last saw Maurice. He was now skin and bones, his face covered in scruff. His wrinkled, unkempt shirt hung loosely off his frame. The arrogance he once had was long gone.

“Dad, please let me come back,” Maurice pleaded, his voice full of remorse. “I know I was wrong. I am so sorry. She manipulated me. If not for her, I never would have done those things. I have truly changed. Please, give me another chance.”

Losing his privileged life had completely broken him. He knelt before Edward, sobbing uncontrollably.

Edward looked at Maurice, his expression unreadable. “What do you want?”

Maurice’s eyes lit up with hope. He quickly said, “Stanley is leaving for Jelasica. He has to continue his studies. There is no way he can manage his team while he is away.

“I may not have many talents, but I am good at managing people. Let me be the chairman. No, the general manager will do.”

Edward closed his eyes briefly, his tone carrying a hint of expon. “Th

decision.”

is Stanley’s company. I cannot make that

“How can that be? You are his grandfather. You raised him. He has always listened to you.” Maurice insisted.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Quinlyn standing nearby. Embarrassment flashed across his face. “He is leaving for school, and you are not in a position to run the company. You cannot possibly hand it over to an outsider.”

Edward’s voice suddenly turned

He wanted to explain,

cane struck him

Maurice cried out in

the audacity to come looking for Stanley? Do you even deserve to be parents? She spends all her time

for Stanley? Today is your son’s birthday, and you show

blaming a woman for your failures. You could have come to me with a written note, borrowed money,

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let out a deep, weary sigh, one

around, he saw Quinlyn

looking frail. Her eyes were still as clear and

Edward decided, Quinlyn would never

in the garden, she had been honest about who she was. She never

help my grandson walk the right path. But they own sot? He would drain me dry if given the chance. Life

hand. Quinlyn walked over and handed

brief pause, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of

this was the only way she knew how to comfort

sweet things. You should have some too.” Edward’s hand trembled slightly as he peeled off the

youth, leaving him with lingering pain. He could no longer drink

the passage of time catching up to him. That was why he had agreed to see Maurice. He had hoped to give his blood relatives a

had only

if you want, I-”

Edward interrupted her, raising his hand gently pat her head. He smiled kindly.

for you to grow up well, to follow your heart, and to

longer he spent with Quinlyn, the more his

the whole world’s problems were waiting for

same way, but his

me help you find your parents, alright?” This was Edward’s final

refuse. But at that moment, she

or by force, the likelihood of her parents still being alive

birthday, bad news came from Bennett. “Lionel disappeared at the border of Dorisia. The situation in that area is complicated.

even a fly should have been able to escape. Yet Lionel