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Chapter 203

“Glenn, are you hungry? Quinlyn walked over and broke the silence.

Glenn came back to his senses, turned his head, and gave her a smile. I’m not hungry. I heard the aromatherapy was from you. No wonder I slept so well.”

Quinlyn nodded. “You need to rest.”

“Yeah, things have been a bit hectic lately,” Glenn said with a smile.

That was an understatement. His life had always been this busy, with very little sleep, so this time he slept soundly.

But Quinlyn didn’t quite understand. “You’re rich and powerful. Why do you work so hard?” She thought of the criminals. who had neither Glenn’s wealth nor his power. But after a few successful deals, they would start spending their money lavishly and enjoying life.

Even Warren–after Harriet tricked him into that pyramid scheme–lived like a rich man with no job, splurging on luxuries like he had money to burn.

Hearing such childish words, Glenn finally saw her as a ten–year–old child. His smile deepened. “Because the greater the power, the greater the responsibility.

“I’ve got everything most folks can only dream of. I’ve got the power to make big decisions, even ones that can change lives. But that means taking risks and protecting those who trust me. With crime ever–present, hard work isn’t optional”

Quinlyn didn’t quite understand but said in a small voice, “Then power is not a good thing.”

“It’s not that simple.” Glenn shook his head. “In the wrong hands, power just lets jerks mess with regular folks and get whatever they want. But power should be about helping people. It’s supposed to come from them, after all*

Quinlyn chewed on that for a moment, then her curiosity got the better of her. “Protecting people from bad guys is what the cops do. What about you? What’s your responsibility?”

“Responsibility,” Glenn murmured, his gaze drifting to the horizon, where the sun was setting like a giant ball of fire. With a smile, he continued, “I’m getting old. The future belongs to your generation.

“My responsibility is to ensure you have a safe and secure environment.” He was talking about something like safeguarding the rights of women and children, finding homes for displaced minors, and caring for the elderly who found themselves alone.

At that moment, Quinlyn felt like he was as radiant as the sun itself.

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his busy schedule. He had legal bills to review and endless meetings to attend to discuss

revealed they were Cerulandians. The Special Operations team

truly sorry about what happened last time. It’s getting cold; please accept this as a token of

bag. When she didn’t react, he flushed. “I’m sorry. I was wrong to put you through that test.” He’d been tossing and turning all week. He really regretted saying those things to a child who had

so forgiving and rarely taking offense, surprised him. With a

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You forced

time.”

her, though, was seeing the boys‘ tear–streaked faces. They clearly didn’t want to hurt her–they were just kids being

what had angered her. Perhaps because of his high position and frequent handling of extreme cases, his methods had unconsciously

Looking into Quinlyn’s eyes, he felt a pang of shame.

too. Winter’s coming, so stay warm and take care of yourself.” He turned and

lips before picking it up and taking it upstairs.

plummeted. It was really cold. Early in the morning, Quinlyn saw doctors and nurses rushing in and out of the villa. The place was

worked too hard and

in a high

No one is

the doctors‘ progress while staying

now, it’s best to avoid contact with the outside. Mr. Bronson’s status is

one of

me through! That’s my uncle. Who are you to stop me? I think you’re all up to something.” Zebulon’s

just as Zebulon barged in, their eyes locking.

she allowed here?

he was, Quinlyn tried to

at her. “If you don’t let me see him, I’ll tear this place apart. None of you will get away with this.”