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Chapter 142 Chapter 142 Barrow's eyes bulged in shock.

94% +58 His memory flashed back to when his men had snatched the document case from Quinlyn's arms. The seal was intact, the ropes neatly tied.

In his haste, he assumed a person fleeing in a panic wouldn't have had tto tamper with the contents.

With no ability to scrutinize dozens of pages of formal contracts, he had simply burned them all at dawn upon hearing gunshots.

Never did he imagine Quinlyn would have secreted away the two most crucial pages.

Suddenly, Barrow lunged at Quinlyn with a roar, his handcuffs clanging against the chair.

Stanley, though startled, reacted instantly, delivering a powerful kick to Barrow's chest, sending him crashing back into the chair.

Two police officers quickly pinned him down, but Barrow continued to roar in fury. "Quinlyn! If the others find out, they'll never forgive you! You traitor of the borderlands!" "Shut your mouth! Want another beating?" Stanley yelled, holding Quinlyn back.

'Good grief, that guy's tough. My leg went numb after that kick,' he thought.

Quinlyn gently pushed Stanley aside, signaling she was fine, and walked firmly to stand before Barrow. Her eyes locked onto his. "I don't belong to the borderlands, and I certainly don't belong to criminals." She would never be one of them, no matter what.

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Barrow's desperate shouts echoing behind her. Those two pages meant he would soon face trial and spend the rest of his life in prison.

Outside the tent, Bennett and Donny both sighed with relief.

"I heard you were protecting your clothes even in a coma. Hiding evidence, huh? Your determination is scary," Donny said. He'd been in awe of Quinlyn since Yocriton.

This time, she had impressed him more. He didn't think he could keep himself calm in such a horrible situation and keep the evidence.

Bennett added, "You'll definitely get a commendation this time. I'll personally make sure of it if the higher-ups don't cthrough." Stanley snorted, "Don't try to bribe her with sweets again." "Stanley, candy is delicious," Quinlyn corrected him with a small smile.

Stanley feigned indignation. "You're so easily bribed with just a tin of sweets. Aren't you being foolish?" Quinlyn wasn't foolish-she was just craving something sweet. It had been so long since she'd tasted candy.

The group returned to the village from the grassland, only to find chaos with barking dogs and people's screams. "What's going on?" Bennett asked a young officer, who had blood on his hands.

"The place where we locked up the village men was suddenly attacked by a pack of starving dogs. They're biting everyone.

11:54 Wed, 26 Mar Chapter 142 4 94% We can't find the keys and have to break in, the officer, whose hands were covered in blood, said before rushing off.

Stanley laughed. "Serves them right for treating women as playthings. Now they know the pain of dog bites? Bennett and Donny agreed but didn't voice it. They sent Quinlyn back to rest and discussed things with Marvin. Joseph and Larry had returned and were sitting on stools the sun, sipping coffee with an air of luxury. "Can't stand these posers," Stanley said, rolling his eyes and heading to the kitchen to prepare bath water for Quinlyn.

Quinlyn walked over, glanced at them, and sat on the doorstep. "Who suggested putting those people in cages?" Hearing this, Larry smiled and pointed to Joseph, saying, "This genius did it.

"He heard the village men were too noisy, so he suggested using an iron cage for more space and safety. But less than an hour later, the dog kennel connected to the cage was opened" The kennel and cage shared a small door. Usually, after a dog killed someone, more dogs were let in to finish the job.

However, the guard would only release one or two dogs at a time. This time, dozens of starving dogs rushed in, causing a massacre.

"I just gave them a lesson," Joseph said calmly. He was wearing glasses, his face handsand gentle, like that of an angel.

"But someone dropped the keys," he added nonchalantly, glancing at Larry.

Larry snorted, unconcerned. He considered it mercy not to deal with the scum himself.

Quinlyn, seeing the tension between the two, frowned and held their arms. "Don't do bad things, or you'll get caught," she warned.

Larry grinned. "So, it's okay as long as we don't get caught?" Quinlyn pondered, feeling the effects of her head injury. "Better not, it's dangerous." Evil deeds cat a cost, including revenge from others and legal punishment. Even if others didn't know, the perpetrator would remember it for a lifetime.

She didn't want them to bear these burdens.

Joseph turned to her, his eyes softening. "We know, don't worry. I'll help you bathe, avoiding your head wound." Quinlyn touched the bandage gently. She didn't refuse his offer and sat there obediently.

Larry shook his head. "It seems that high IQ means being heartless and deceiving kids." Quinlyn was puzzled.

In the end, it was her old friend Flora who cto help.

"I heard you're awake. I wanted to visit, but there were guards outside," Flora said shyly, her eyes on Quinlyn's bandage. "Still in pain?" "No," Quinlyn said, sitting in a tub, now used to her touch. "You can go hnow. Will you go home?" Flora shook her head, uncertain. "I don't know."

She wasn't very happy. Though relieved to escape the criminals' grasp, her husband's arrest left her uneasy. She finally asked, "My husband didn't do much wrong. Can he be released?” 11:54 Wed, 26 Mar Chapter 142 "It's up to the officers," Quinlyn replied honestly.

Silence fell.

Flora seemed on the verge of tears. Quinlyn, unsure how to comfort her, recalled Raymond's words in the bush and asked softly. "Do you know what 'love' means?" "Love?" Flora echoed.

"It's a feeling between men and women. Someone said mutual loving is needed to be together." Holding her hand, Quinlyn asked sincerely, "Do you love him?" 0 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1