The lost heiress never forgiven

Chapter 370 The Edge of Trust

“Alright, send it over. I’ll take a look.”

Johnathan’s voice was calm and unreadable.

“Got it.”

Quinn responded just as briskly, saying she’d handle it. Before hanging up, she added, “Hey, when are you all free? I want to treat you, Sierra, and Mateo to a meal.”

She’d mentioned this before–bringing Dora back had only been possible thanks to them.

Johnathan had planned to decline, but something flickered in his mind. He paused, then said, “This weekend. Sierra’s free then.”

After the call ended, Mateo couldn’t help but say, “From what I’ve seen, Quinn doesn’t seem like the problem. Maybe she was just being used.”

Johnathan said nothing.

That would be the best–case scenario, but he couldn’t let himself fully believe it.

Even if everything pointed to Quinn’s innocence, even if she really was just a pawn, he wouldn’t trust her completely.

Mateo understood how Johnathan worked and didn’t push further. Instead, he asked, “Sierra’s actually coming this weekend?”

There were only two days left, and judging by Sierra’s attitude today, he had no idea where Johnathan got the confidence to fix things in that short span.

shot him a look, as if to say he

get Sierra to show up that he agreed to Quinn’s dinner in the first place. He was

agreed almost immediately. She wanted to know what role Quinn had played in

old. Could she really have been used as

quickly. Johnathan drove over early and waited outside Sierra’s place for a while before

don’t know if she was involved or just being used. If it’s the former, we can’t let her get what

understood Sierra’s mindset. Sure enough, after a

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Sierra meant resorting to strategies

always picked up,

knew–if he didn’t try harder this time, they

Finished

been replaying that day’s events in his mind, again and again. Once the emotion settled and his reason returned, he knew exactly

car, Sierra remained silent. Johnathan talked about the

packing. There’ll be a

reaction from Sierra. Dickson had done well–he’d gotten into the university he wanted. But she’d been so caught up

of

“I stopped by yesterday. He’s almost done packing.

other day–that was my