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Chapter 202 97% 68 By ten PM. Quinlyn was rubbing her eyes and stifling yawns. Stanley and the other two boys exchanged glances, knowing it was tto get her home.

The driver worked for Glenn but was also a Hill family's trainee.

Normally laid-back, Larry took extra care with Quinlyn. He ran through a long list of instructions with the driver before letting Quinlyn leave.

"See you this weekend, guys." Quinlyn waved, not wanting to keep them from their studies.

As the car pulled away toward the suburbs, she munched on the candy they bought her, even offering sto the trainee up front.

His eyes lit up at the sight of the iron box. "I remember the day when I gave Stanley the candy. He really lost it back then," he said with a laugh.

“He sat on the sidewalk and ate it all. Then he demanded to see you. I didn't know how to calm him down. Well, you two really have something special. And I've never seen Larry act like that with his other cousins," he added. Quinlyn had no idea that had happened. She blinked at the candy box, momentarily stunned. Then, slowly, she smiled. Those boys always had her back. Family wasn't about blood-and that was enough. With or without parents, she was happy.

Quinlyn always found joy in the little things. She had sweet dreams that night. The next morning, the first thing on her mind was getting a souvenir for Mandy. She also planned to get something for Claude, Elowyn, Curtis, and Quinton.

As she headed downstairs, counting on her fingers, she heard a young voice from the living room before she even turned the corner.

It was Glenn's nephew, Zebulon Bronson. "Is my uncle out again? Who holds meetings this early? And what about that kid? I heard my uncle is taking her in. I should at least get a look at her," he said.

Quinlyn walked down to see him surrounded by several staff. He lounged in an armchair, legs crossed, looking completely at home. "Not hungry, so don't bother. I'm not leaving till I see her," he declared.

He was dressed sharply in designer clothes. A flashy mechanical watch gleamed on his wrist, its diamonds catching the light. His hair was perfectly styled, and he looked like he'd been born to rule this house.

"She hasn't joined the family yet, and you're all acting like she's already a member. What's the deal? Did she put skind of spell on you? Now I really want to know who she is," he sneered.

"Mr. Bronson, please don't make this difficult," one of the staff pleaded. "Your uncle said no one is allowed to disturb Ms.

Yates." "Oh, then go ahead and complain! I'm going to disturb her anyway." Zebulon was like a stubborn child; his anger only grew when others tried to persuade him. His voice got louder each time. "Quinlyn, get down here!" "You're looking for me?" Quinlyn's voice suddenly cfrom behind him.

Zebulon was startled, instinctively turning to look, but saw no one. "Cout. Show yourself." The next second, a small hand landed on his shoulder, cool fingertips brushing against his neck. "I'm here," she said slowly.

"Holy crap!" Zebulon jumped out of his skin, thinking he had seen a ghost.

But when he turned, all he saw was a tiny figure crouched behind one of the villa's high-backed chairs—just a sliver of a face and a pair of wide, watchful eyes. His heart hammered. 'Damn, that was creepy,' he thought.

1/3 A ☐☐97% Chapter 202 Quinlyn did this on purpose. She walked around the chair and stood in front of Zebulon, looking up at him. Zebulon, towering at nearly six feet, shifted awkwardly under her gaze. Arguing with a kid-especially one so slight and delicate suddenly felt ridiculous.

"Well, don't think that it's easy being a member of this family. If you want my uncle to take you in, you have to get my approval first, understand?" Quinlyn looked at him and frowned. "Get your approval? Do we need to fight?" Zebulon glanced at her petite frand replied, "Nah, I'm not gonna bully you. Just... cwith me." He strode off without waiting. After a beat, Quinlyn followed.

"Mr. Bronson..." The staff hesitated. But they didn't dare to stop them, watching as they walked down the hallway.

"Hey, I'm taking her out. Get ready," Zebulon said into his phone as he walked, sounding mischievous.

Quinlyn didn't mind as long as they didn't resort to violence. She was a guest after all, so she figured it wouldn't be right to injure the host.

However, as soon as they stepped out the door, they met Glenn. He frowned as he got out of the car. "Where are you two going?" "G-Glenn, relax. I just bumped into this kid and thought I'd show her around." Zebulon was caught off guard and nearly dropped his phone.

"Quinlyn needs rest after her journey." Glenn suppressed a cough. "Don't take her out today. I'll have everyone over for dinner soon and then you can get to know each other." He then turned his head and started coughing.

Zebulon was about to make an excuse when he noticed Glenn's pale face. His concern surfaced. "Glenn, are you sick? Have you seen a doctor? Did you forget to get your annual checkup this year?" "I'm fine. It's just a seasonal cold. Smedicine will do." Glenn waved his hand, his expression softening. "You shouldn't fool around all the time. Make sdecent friends." "Got it." Zebulon's plan was interrupted for the tbeing. He followed Glenn back to the villa. As he saw Glenn start to look at documents again, his brows furrowed even more tightly. "Glenn, you'll wear yourself out if you keep working like this.

"My dad mentioned tothat there is a growing trend of sudden deaths among young people. He askedto remind you to take care of yourself. Maybe you should get an injection-" Glenn snapped the document shut, fixing Zebulon with a sharp look. "No need. Go back and tell your father to abandon those potion experiments-and no more funding head transplants. Understood?" he growled.

This was the first tQuinlyn had seen Glenn so angry.

Zebulon didn't dare to say anything more and just looked at his toes.

"You go back first and tell your dad what I said. Let him think about it himself," Glenn said.

"Okay. Got it. Goodbye, Glenn." Zebulon hurried off, looking a bit sheepish.

Only Glenn and Quinlyn, who was about to go out, were left in the living room.

Glenn coughed, rubbing his nose before setting the documents aside. "Zebulon's her been spoiledrotten here," he told Quinlyn. "If you don't want to deal with him, let the bodyguards stop him next time. Don't hesitate." Quinlyn nodded. Seeing that he seemed very tired, she didn't bother him any further and walked out the door quietly.

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At the department store downtown, Quinlyn bought all kinds of gifts and lots of unique imported candies she had never seen before. When she got to an aromatherapy store, she thought for a moment and went in to pick out a few. Quinlyn made it back to the villa in just three hours. When she stepped in, she found that Glenn was asleep on the chaise longue in the living room.

"Sir, this helps with sleep. Can Glenn use it?" Quinlyn asked as she handed the aromatherapy to the trainee at the door.

He was in charge of Glenn's safety, including the inspection of his daily clothing, food, and even scents around him. After checking that everything was fine, he lit it.

The villa was quiet. Glenn was still asleep at lunchtime, so Quinlyn ate alone in her room.

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