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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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schedule. He had legal bills to review and

a beach abroad. Investigations revealed they were Cerulandians. The Special Operations team

last time. It’s getting cold; please accept this as a token

wrong to put you through that test.” He’d been tossing and turning all week. He really regretted

taking offense, surprised him. With a stern expression, she took

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be apologizing to those three boys, not to me. You forced them to hurt me, and they

time.”

the boys‘ tear–streaked faces. They clearly

only then realizing what had angered her. Perhaps because of his high position and frequent handling of extreme cases,

Quinlyn’s eyes, he felt a pang of

And I owe you an apology too. Winter’s coming, so stay warm

bag on the floor, then pursed her lips before picking it up and taking it upstairs. But she just dropped it in the corner of the room, never

temperature plummeted. It was really cold. Early in the morning, Quinlyn saw doctors and nurses rushing

had worked too hard and caught

in a high

allow any vehicles to enter or leave the villa. No one is to disclose a single word about Mr.

progress while staying

Quinlyn to the living room and advised, “For now, it’s best to avoid contact with the outside. Mr. Bronson’s status is sensitive, and his every move

nodded in understanding and settled into one of

to stop me? I think you’re all

Zebulon barged in, their eyes locking.

anger flaring. “Why is she allowed here? Why stop me? What have you done to

genuinely upset he was, Quinlyn tried to reassure him. “He’s

don’t let me see him, I’ll tear this place apart. None of you will get away with this.” With that, the men he brought with him surged forward,