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Chapter 152 For a moment, both sides suddenly faced off.

"Ms. Yates, are you threatening us?" One of the lower-ranking members of the Lynch family glared at her, trying to act tough.

But Quinlyn wasn't intimidated at all. “Yes,” she said, her expression completely calm.

79%1 +50 Niklaus and Raymond felt the tension rising and were about to step in to stop things. The guy from the branch of the Lynch family clearly had money and power, and they didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble.

But before they could make a move, a group of bodyguards quickly raised their guns. The dark metal barrels gleamed coldly in the sun, and it was obvious these weren't fake weapons.

Niklaus and Raymond froze, their mouths opening as they wanted to warn Quinlyn to be careful. But before they could speak, another group of people rushed out of the villa. They raised their guns too, and their movements were faster, more practiced, and more intimidating.

The once-wide street suddenly felt cramped, with heavy machine guns aimed directly at them, like rows of streetlights. "Mason, this isn't Mordoria. Are you sure you want to start a fight here?" Joseph's lazy voice rang out. "After all, it was Quinlyn who helped your granddaughter and her son when they were in trouble. You're being ungrateful, right?" As Joseph spoke, several young men along with him walked out of the villa. At the front was Joseph, confident and handsome. He stepped forward and slapped the lower-ranking Lynch family member hard across the face.

"How dare you, a lackey of the powerful, challenge Quinlyn?" Joseph said coldly.

The guy fell to the ground, completely humiliated, especially as a foreigner. His face turned dark, and he reached for a gun at his waist. But before he could aim it at Joseph, Quinlyn moved fast.

She sidestepped, lifted her leg, and kicked the gun out of his hand. In one swift motion, she pressed her knee into his arm and twisted it behind his back. There was a sharp crack, like bones snapping.

The man screamed in pain, writhing on the ground. "Shoot them. Kill them. Kill them all!" The bodyguards tensed, but still, they didn't move. They weren't taking orders from him.

Just then, an older man with gray hair stepped out of the car. It was Mason, the head of the Lynch family-the sman from the meeting room at the police station.

"Everyone, step back.” Mason waved his hand, glancing at his relative, whose arm was twisted on the ground. Then he turned his focus to Quinlyn, sizing her up again.

When he first met Quinlyn, he didn't think much of her. She was quiet and reserved, and she had a sense of proportion. She had sskills, but her background wasn't nearly as prestigious as his servants' families.

But now, Quinlyn had broken his relative's arm and threatened to block them from leaving the country. And according to his investigation, her family actually had the power to do it.

"Ms. Yates, I truly appreciate what you did for Jand Quinton. I had planned to bring a gift today as a token of my respect," Mason said, signaling for his relative to get up.

The man shot Quinlyn a resentful look and reluctantly got to his feet, clutching his arm as he motioned for the bodyguards to open the trunk. They pulled out several large wooden boxes made of mahogany, each one big and heavy.

At Mason's signal, the boxes were opened, revealing their contents. The sight immediately stunned everyone present.

16-33 Wed, 26 Mar 79%1 Chapter 152 Inside were emeralds, diamonds, pearls, agates, ancient antiques, and even two boxes of gold-everything piled together, filling the boxes to the brim.

"When my ancestors fled overseas, they fought to protect these national treasures. Now, I have the chance to bring them back. I hope you'll accept them," Mason said sincerely, though just moments ago, he hadn't shown any interest in offering anything.

(+50) Quinlyn stared into Mason's eyes, not seeing any signs of deceit. She guessed that he truly wanted to do something good for his grandchildren, but she had already cut him off. Still, none of these treasures moved her.

"Quinton, Quinlyn said to him again, adding that could take Jto Mordoria for the best treatment. Money and medical care weren't an issue; those things couldn't take away his freedom.

Quinton's hand was firmly held in hers. The warmth and strength in her grip made him feel like he might just give in and stay-to grow up with Quinlyn, go to school together, and build a brighter future side by side.

However, Quinton said, "I want to go to Mordoria." He looked down, his gaze fixed on their hands still intertwined. He added bitterly, I'm too weak right now. I can't even protect myself. If I stay, I'll never be able to help you." Quinlyn thought to herself, 'I don't need your help. But she didn't say it aloud.

Quinton raised his head. There was still shesitation in his eyes, but now there was also a spark of determination. "Quinlyn, wait for me. I'll get strong really fast and cback. When I do, I'll be able to follow you again, right?" He knew all too well the difference in their strength. Ever since they were left stranded at the foot of the mountain, helpless, the feeling of being so far behind had eaten at him.

So when he learned the truth about his background, even though the Lynch family didn't seem like the easiest group to deal with, he still felt a bit of hope.

He just hoped that by the the returned, there'd still be a place for him by Quinlyn's side.

"We're family, Quinlyn said, taking the key he had returned to her, tying a new string to it, and slipping it onto his wrist. "If you want to cback, you can anytime. Just call me, and I'll cget you," she said reluctantly.

"Mm." Quinton looked down at the key, and then he couldn't help but open his arms and hug her tightly. "I'l| definitely cback. I promise." When he finally got into the car, he made sure no one saw the tears on his face. He kept his eyes fixed on the little girl standing on the street, watching her through the rearview mirror.

He thought of all the times she'd walked ahead of him. Her face was calm and fearless, always facing the light. He would never forget that she was his salvation.

As the Lynch family's convoy pulled away from the neighborhood, the street felt suddenly quieter.

"Alright, don't be sad. If you miss them, I'll go with you to Mordoria anytime," Larry said, trying to comfort her, though inside, he was secretly a bit relieved.

Quinton, that kid... I can tell he has an ulterior motive in staying with Quinlyn. I've never liked him, he om thought to nt to himself. Noticing that Quinlyn wasn't in the best mood, Larry quickly shifted the topic. "What are you planning to do with all these antiques? If you auction them, you could probably get around 3 billion. It'd just take a little tto sell them." After all, releasing too many antiques at once would cause inflation, so it was better to sell them slowly to avoid devaluing them.

Quinlyn withdrew her eyes and shook her head. "I'll donate them to a museum. They belong to the country, after all." 16:33 Wed, 26 Mar NN Chapter 152 *.79%

She felt that Mason's bringing these back was probably something his ancestors had intended-protecting these national treasures. She didn't want to dishonor his ancestors' efforts,

"Alright, I'll take care of it for you,” Joseph said, stepping forward and ruffling her hair with a kind smile. "Don't worry, the fact that Mason was able to return these shows he's got integrity." 650 "It's tough out there, so he might've had to take stough measures. But now that you're backing Quinton, they won't push their luck too much," he added.

As for how strong Quinton can grow, well, it's up to him, Joseph thought to himself.

Quinlyn trusted Joseph completely. She nodded at his words, but then she remembered she still had two guests with her. Turning around, she saw that they were both frozen in surprise.

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