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Chapter 203 "Glenn, are you hungry? Quinlyn walked over and broke the silence.

Glenn cback to his senses, turned his head, and gave her a smile. I'm not hungry. I heard the aromatherapy was from you. No wonder I slept so well." Quinlyn nodded. "You need to rest." "Yeah, things have been a bit hectic lately," Glenn said with a smile.

That was an understatement. His life had always been this busy, with very little sleep, so this the slept soundly.

But Quinlyn didn't quite understand. "You're rich and powerful. Why do you work so hard?" She thought of the criminals. who had neither Glenn's wealth nor his power. But after a few successful deals, they would start spending their money lavishly and enjoying life.

Even Warren-after Harriet tricked him into that pyramid scheme-lived like a rich man with no job, splurging on luxuries like he had money to burn.

Hearing such childish words, Glenn finally saw her as a ten-year-old child. His smile deepened. "Because the greater the power, the greater the responsibility.

"I've got everything most folks can only dream of. I've got the power to make big decisions, even ones that can change lives. But that means taking risks and protecting those who trust me. With crever-present, hard work isn't optional" Quinlyn didn't quite understand but said in a small voice, "Then power is not a good thing." "It's not that simple." Glenn shook his head. "In the wrong hands, power just lets jerks mess with regular folks and get whatever they want. But power should be about helping people. It's supposed to cfrom them, after all* Quinlyn chewed on that for a moment, then her curiosity got the better of her. "Protecting people from bad guys is what the cops do. What about you? What's your responsibility?" "Responsibility," Glenn murmured, his gaze drifting to the horizon, where the sun was setting like a giant ball of fire. With a smile, he continued, "I'm getting old. The future belongs to your generation.

"My responsibility is to ensure you have a safe and secure environment." He was talking about something like safeguarding the rights of women and children, finding homes for displaced minors, and caring for the elderly who found themselves alone.

At that moment, Quinlyn felt like he was as radiant as the sun itself.

***** After a short break, Glenn was back to his busy schedule. He had legal bills to review and endless meetings to attend to discuss amendments. And trouble was brewing overseas.

Two unidentified bodies had been found on a beach abroad. Investigations revealed they were Cerulandians. The Special Operations team was called in.

Before his departure, Howard paid Quinlyn a visit. "I'm truly sorry about what happened last time. It's getting cold; please accept this as a token of my apology," he said.

He offered Quinlyn a bag. When she didn't react, he flushed. "I'm sorry. I was wrong to put you through that test." He'd been tossing and turning all week. He really regretted saying those things to a child who had already suffered so much.

Quinlyn, usually so forgiving and rarely taking offense, surprised him. With a stern expression, she took a step back, refusing his gift.

1/3 00.34 ved, Y Apr B Chapter 203 97% 4+68 "You should be apologizing to those three boys, not to me. You forced them to hurt me, and they will remember it for a long time." Compared to those hurting words, what really bothered her, though, was seeing the boys' tear-streaked faces. They clearly didn't want to hurt her-they were just kids being used by adults.

Howard was struck dumb, only then realizing what had angered her. Perhaps because of his high position and frequent handling of extrcases, his methods had unconsciously becharsh, causing him to overlook the feelings of others.

He knew he was wrong. Looking into Quinlyn's eyes, he felt a pang of shame.

"You're right. I will contact their families. Thank you for reminding me. And I owe you an apology too. Winter's coming, so stay warm and take care of yourself." He turned and walked away, his shoulders hunched, feeling pretty embarrassed.

Quinlyn looked at the bag on the floor, then pursed her lips before picking it up and taking it upstairs. But she just dropped it in the corner of the room, never even thinking about wearing it.

After a night of autumn rain, the temperature plummeted. It was really cold. Early in the morning, Quinlyn saw doctors and nurses rushing in and out of the villa. The place was chaos.

Glenn had worked too hard and caught a cold last resulting in a high fever.

"Block the news first, and don't allow any vehicles to enter or leave the villa. No one is to disclose a single word about Mr. Bronson's condition to the outside," someone instructed.

Outside the room, numerous staff members monitored the doctors' progress while staying in contact with the outside world.

The trainee escorted Quinlyn to the living room and advised, "For now, it's best to avoid contact with the outside. Mr. Bronson's status is sensitive, and his every move is under scrutiny. His health could significantly impact the current situation." Quinlyn nodded in understanding and settled into one of the conference rooms to watch cartoons.

Near noon, a commotion erupted outside. "Letthrough! That's my uncle. Who are you to stop me? I think you're all up to something." Zebulon's voice was loud and clear.

Quinlyn stepped out just as Zebulon barged in, their eyes locking.

He pointed at her, his anger flaring. “Why is she allowed here? Why stop me? What have you done to my uncle?" Seeing how genuinely upset he was, Quinlyn tried to reassure him. "He's fine." "I don't believe you." Zebulon glared at her. “If you don't letsee him, I'll tear this place apart. None of you will get away with this." With that, the men he brought with him surged forward, clashing with the trainee.

The trainee was skilled, but Zebulon's identity made direct confrontation impossible. He could only try to hold Zebulon back.

Zebulon's men, however, were no saints. They fought dirty, resorting to low blows and aiming for vulnerable spots.

With both sides at a stalemate, Quinlyn stepped forward, looked up at Zebulon, and waved to him.

"What do you want?" Zebulon said, his tone unfriendly.

"Cwith me, and I'll take you to him," Quinlyn said, ignoring his tone.

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"Really?" Zebulon was taken aback for a moment before he got it. He mẹɗtokiss up sneered, "So you've learne N tome. Not bad. You only get wealth and glory with my uncle around.

Otherwise, you'd be back in the sticks." Quinlyn nodded without arguing.

Full of confidence, Zebulon stepped over the bodyguards and approached her.

In the next second, Quinlyn made her move. The first kick landed on his kneecap, and Zebulon instantly fell to his knees.

Before he could recover, his hands were twisted behind his back, and a plastic lollipop stick was pressed against his ear. The tension between the two sides vanished immediately. Zebulon was dumbfounded. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Better to take out the ringleader m first," Quinlyn said calmly, then pushed the plastic stick into his ear. NO The feeling sent chills down his spine. She turned to his men. "If you don't want him to get hurt, get out." ☐