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Chapter 138 Chapter 138 T The next day, Flora cto the river as usual to collect water and saw many people gathered by the stream.

78% +5 They were at the spot where she and Quinlyn had been the night before. She was startled and reluctantly approached, only to find them pointing at something in the water.

"This is a filter, right? Who made it? It looks great." "Now the water downstream will be much cleaner for doing laundry." Flora listened to the chatter, staring at the three-layered gravel in the fine net, which formed a natural filter from coarse to fine.

Colorful flowers from the oasis decorated the net. The women fetching water picked a flower each; spinned them in their hair, others took them has decorations.

Flora also took one. The bright yellow flower contrasted with the usual drabness, reminding her of a dress she once had.

In spring, walking out of the department store, the wind would lift her skirt, and the street seemed filled with flowers.

She suddenly wished her daughter could see this flower and that scenic spot.

Quinlyn, as an undercover agent, was always patient, especially with Barrow, a local tyrant. In a short time, he wouldn't trust her enough to show her any confidential files.

So Quinlyn behaved every day, arriving at nine a.m. sharp to clean the tent, take out the trash, and then sit at the entrance, gazing at the oasis and sipping coffee.

Bill, passing by occasionally, couldn't bear to look. "I thought you were here to rise to the second-in-command, not to beca middle-aged man at such a young age!" Quinlyn glanced at him, then resumed her meditation, blowing the coffee foam before taking a sip. Bill was so annoyed he wanted to smash the coffee pot.

"Why pick on a kid? Don't make her mad; I kind of like her attitude," Barrow, who had just woken up at noon, stretched and nodded at him.

Bill, not understanding Barrow's preferences, could only force a smile and enter. "Barrow, this is the cargo Ms. Lynch delivered this month. The quantity is less again. Also, she seems to be getting married to a male celebrity." Barrow leaned back in his chair, glanced at the door, and saw Quinlyn had moved a bit further away, which pleased him. "Is the guy in our line of work too?" "No, just an ordinary person," Bill replied.

Barrow snorted, "She wants both money and a clean reputation. People are always greedy, but greed comes at a cost. Wasn't she after Josh's line last time? You go and collect it, and you'll take over from now on." "Oh, and bring that kid along to toughen her up," he added.

Bill's face lit up. "Sure thing, Barrow. I'll go collect the goods right away." Emerging from the tent, Bill saw Quinlyn catching crickets in the grass. Now she seemed utterly agreeable to him. He 1/3 12:12 Tue, 25 Mar Chapter 138 thought she was his lucky star.

ti 1 At noon, Barrow kept Bill for lunch and handed him the documents.

"Work hard. Get this done, and the guys will respect you," Barrow said.

"No problem, Barrow. You can count on me," Bill promised solemnly.

*, 79% +5 Quinlyn, standing beside him, kept her eyes lowered, eyeing the meat in their bowls and swallowing saliva stealthily.

Barrow, unable to bear her gaze, said, “Alright, have some. You'll be on a mission in a couple of days. Don't just think about food." Quinly Quinlyn immediately sat down without another word, began eating, and stuffed two pounds of lamb into her mouth, much to Barrow's amazement. In the afternoon, he sent her out for a walk to avoid indigestion.

"Yolanda used to be like you, often hungry, and would eat anything tasty without restraint," Barrow said, “It's a pity that later on, when her life improved and she chere occasionally, she already found lamb too smelly." When Barrow said this, his eyes showed a hint of nostalgia. Quinlyn remained silent.

Barrow was used to her taciturnity. Before she left, he patted her head and said, "Work hard, and I'll be your godfather, and we'll live a good life." At the bureau, a new telegram arrived from Quinlyn. [Remind Raymond to watch out for Yolanda. A shipment is about to be delivered via Josh's route.] These brief sentences made everyone busy again.

They had already figured out the transaction route. If Bill were caught on the spot during t during the transaction, it NO would be a case of red-handed capture. They needed to keep an eye on the situation with Raymond now.

"I was so busy that I forgot to tell my sister." Stanley slapped his forehead, realizing he hadn't sent the information about Yolanda from last time.

Of course, it couldn't be sent now.

Yolanda had been identified long ago, and evidence against her was easier to obtain than against Josh. The person who provided the tip was Raymond.

Now, to keep Yolanda stable, Raymond had agreed to marry her.

Everything was to assist the police operation.

"Little Quinlyn seems to care about the actor quite a bit. Looks like they have a good relationship," Larrym remarked. "What's so great about him? That old man looks shady. I'll add him to the restricted list," Stanley said angrily, throwing Raymond's message into the trash. He was annoyed that an older man was vying for Quinlyn's attention. Joseph sat on the other side, noticing Larry's secret smile but staying quiet.

At night, Quinlyn found the documents.

She'd been there a week, befriending the men in the yard and the village Brand men So when Bill and the others women were drunk, the document bag was left on the table. She untied the rope and pulled out the papers, which included detailed cargo lists and Barrow's signature and seal for border transactions.

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