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Chapter 174 This man had caused quite a stir recently. On the streets, they called him the Rock Candy Trafficker.

+5 Lionel had no interest in arguing. He was about to finish the guy off with a single strike when Quinlyn spoke up. "I want him too." Lionel froze for a moment, thinking, 'You want everyone, huh?" But since they had already agreed, going back on their word was not an option. Still, Lionel was puzzled. "What do you want him for?" 'She could use those pregnant women for experiments, but what can she possibly do with this guy?' Lionel wondered.

"I need an assistant," Quinlyn stated plainly. "Wouldn't want you guys stealing my core technology." Lionel held back his words for a long moment but found himself unable to argue. He did want the formula, after all.

Quinlyn injected the man with something, and though he struggled in pain and reluctance, he had no choice but to submit.

They returned to the city center. Seeing that the man was starving, Quinlyn decided to take him to a restaurant first.

As soon as the food arrived, he lunged at the table, stuffing his face without a care for the startled looks from those around him.

"Slow down," Quinlyn warned, watching his thin neck. She was half-worried he would choke to death.

But the man was far from grateful. "Cut the fake kindness. You didn't hold back when you stuck that needle in me. Once I'm done eating, I'm coming for you." An hour later, he was curled up on the floor, clutching his stomach. He raised a trembling middle finger at Quinlyn. "Why the hell did you have to hitin the gut? "I finally got that food down, and now I nearly threw it all up. You're ruthless." Quinlyn, barely lifting a finger, nestled into the couch and started watching TV.

The man grimaced, crawled back up, and settled into a single-seater across from her, keeping a wary eye on her every move.

Quinlyn hugged a pillow, watching SpongeBob with a grin on her face.

After half an hour, he could not hold back. "What the hell? Is this girl insane?" Just that afternoon, she had been like a demon, showing no hesitation in dealing with those pregnant women. And now, she looked like an ordinary, even adorable, girl.

"You talking about me?" Quinlyn's gaze drifted toward him, unreadable.

The man quickly looked away, suddenly uneasy. "I'm just stating facts. At your age, you should be studying or playing with friends, not getting mixed up in this.

"Do you even know what those scumbags are up to? They're criminals. Do you get that? Helping them will land you in prison." Quinlyn was stunned by his words. She stared at him for a long tbefore murmuring, "But you scam people." The man stiffened, his neck tensing. "That's called getting back at the bad guys." 1/3 12:20 Fri, 28 Mar Chapter 174 Quinlyn rolled her eyes, wondering, 'Yeah, right, Liar Eventually, she learned his name, Chester Turner.

8 2 80% +5 Chester was the ninth child in his family and had never had enough to eat growing up. From a young age, he had done whatever it took to survive, scamming and stealing.

To avoid prison, Chester had even taught himself a bit of law, always finding a way to slip through the cracks. "Hey, he's actually pretty smart. He'd make a decent assistant. Guys like him only care about money. A little petty crhere and there, but nothing truly rotten." Stanley's voice cthrough the earpiece, encouraging Quinlyn to keep Chester around.

But Quinlyn held back, keeping Chester as a simple errand boy for now.

The next day, Chester ran off.

When Lionel cto fetch Quinlyn for the lab, he brought it up. Quinlyn just shook her head. "He'll be back." Sure enough, it wasn't long before Chester returned, drooling, on his knees, begging for the drug. "Please, just givethe powder. I can't take it. It feels like ants are crawling under my skin," he said. First-tusers had an intense addiction. That was exactly the effect Quinlyn wanted. "If you want it, then help with the preparation. I'll only explain the formula once. Listen carefully." "Fine," Chester groaned, completely losing his reason. In the lab, he ran around frantically, pushing even Lionel and the others out of the room.

"Mr. Emerson, are we seriously letting ourselves get kicked out? How are we supposed to see the formula?" one of the lab workers complained. The lab belonged to them.

However, Lionel only stared at the small figure inside, his eyes burning with excitement. With a talent like her, he had no use for these nobodies.

This new drug could get people addicted in just one hit, delivering a high a hundred times more intense than anything before.

'Oh my God. I am going to be rich. I am going to be a freaking millionaire, Chester thought.

The moment the crystal was ready, Chester took his first hit. He slumped onto the floor, his eyes half-closed. "I think I just saw heaven." "Hey, Quinlyn, your drug is absolutely brilliant." Lionel pushed the door open, clapping as he praised her. "The clients who tried it yesterday are already placing orders for dozens of kilograms today. Delivery in three days. That will not be a problem, right?" "No problem." Quinlyn pulled off her gloves, then paused to ask, "What is the price per gram?" Lionel hesitated for a moment before giving her a number. "30 dollars." That was the market rate. Even if he told Quinlyn, it did not matter. After all, she was not getting a share of the profits.

But Quinlyn simply glanced up at him and said calmly, “That is too low. Raise it to 100 dollars per gram.” Lionel sucked in a sharp breath. Jacking up the price three or four times seemed a bit excessive.

"The purity of the final product is one hundred percent. Even when diluted, and the quantity increases tenfold. I can teach you the dilution technique," Quinlyn added, offering him a major the effect remains the same, advantage. 2/3 12:20 Fri, 28 Mar Chapter 174 Lionel's eyes practically sparkled. A businessman lived for profit, especially one as shameless as him.

"But," Quinlyn arched a brow as she noticed his hesitation, “you are working with Mr. Rhodes. Are you planning to keep all the dilution profits to yourself?" She was not asking; she was stating a fact.

Lionel flinched. When he looked up, her deep, knowing gaze made him feel as if all his thoughts had been laid bare,

"I am siding with you, not Mr. Rhodes.

There will be plenty of profitable projects in the om handle things is up to you." Quinlyn thin future. How you left it at that, saying no more. But Lionel was already tempted. In the past, they had all earned and shared the profits together, which was fine. But now that he had such a good helper, the reality was that he could personally make millions in one go.

Splitting half with Mariano suddenly felt unfair.

That night, Quinlyn returned to the hotel, exhausted. After taking a shower, she went to bed early.

In the middle of the night, she jolted awake. Throwing off the covers, she rushed into the bathroom only to find Chester fully submerged in the bathtub, holding a razor blade to his wrist.

In a flash, she knocked the blade from his hand, cutting her own finger in the process. Blood dripped onto the floor. The only sound left in the bathroom was Chester's muffled sobs.

"Why will you not just letdie? Living like this, without a shred of dignity, I would rather be dead.

"And I will die right here, in your place, so that every tyou take a shower, you will rememberand never have a moment of peace," he said.

Hearing him curse at her, Quinlyn actually found it a little amusing. She crouched beside him, waiting for him to finish venting before finally speaking. "I am sorry." "Huh?" Chester was so caught off guard he forgot to cry.

Quinlyn held out her small hand and explained in a quiet voice, “Actually, I am undercover. What I gave you was not real drugs. Do not be so despaired. You will not die." Chester sat there in silence, taking it all in. Then, without warning, he splashed water right in her face. "Bullshit. Do you think I am an idiot?" Quinlyn wiped her face, then pulled out her phone and connected to Bennett's line. Without a change in expression, she said, “You guys explain it to him."

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