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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.”

an outsider?” Edward’s

wanted to explain, but

cane struck him

cried out

even deserve to be parents? She spends all her time socializing, and you? Your only goal is to rip away what is mine

Today is your son’s birthday, and you show up empty–handed, demanding his company the moment you open your mouth. I

be blaming a woman for your failures. You could have come to me with a written note, borrowed money, and rebuilt yourself from the ground up.

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Chapter 179

deep, weary sigh, one

he saw Quinlyn

grown taller since they first met, no longer looking frail. Her eyes were still as clear and phone

Edward decided,

been honest about who

walk the right path. But they

called, raising a hand. Quinlyn walked over and

into her pocket and pulled out a

knew Edward was heartbroken, and this was the only way she knew how

trembled slightly as he peeled off the

much pain in his youth, leaving him with lingering pain. He could no longer drink alcohol, only

of Edward’s eyes, Quinlyn could see 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

Maurice had only disappointed him

want, I-” Quinlyn

her head. He smiled

up well, to follow your heart, and to be a

the more

problems were waiting for her to grow up overnight

but his feelings for her had

possible, let me help you find your parents, alright?” This was Edward’s final wish before he left

refuse. But at that moment, she felt more

had been left in the borderlands. Whether by choice or by force, the likelihood

bad news came from Bennett. “Lionel disappeared at the border of Dorisia. The situation in that area is complicated. Our people could not continue tracking him. Quinlyn, I am

fly should have been able to escape. Yet Lionel had managed to flee. From the