Chapter 368:

“Heading out?” she asked, her tone casual but her eyes sharp.

Quentin offered an easy smile. “Yes. Goodbye, Miss Harris.”

“Goodbye.”

As he walked past her, Linda’s gaze lingered for a beat before she turned away, a frown forming between her brows. Why did Quentin keep coming here? What business did he have with Ernest—especially now?

In his current state, Ernest wasn’t in any condition to give orders. And yet, Quentin kept returning to report to him.

Had Ernest tasked him with something before falling unconscious?

Her mind whirled with questions as she ascended the stairs. Upon reaching Ernest’s room, she didn’t bother knocking. She pushed the door open.

“Ernest?”

inside, a sharp, acrid scent

Burning.

“Ernest, what are you—”

before her gaze landed on him, seated near an ashtray, his hands moving in a

his fingers—a small, card-like object curling at the edges as flames consumed

and in his haste to discard

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“Careful!”

darted forward, instinctively grabbing his

Ernest?

touch, but then shook his head, brushing

had been—was now nothing but charred remains. His tense shoulders

keeping her expression composed, as if she had

she said smoothly.

and

still relied on a wheelchair, his condition had improved enough that he

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