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No Ads Chapter 208 Chapter 208 +68 Zebulon was taken aback. He looked at the three clay figures. They really did resemble Joseph and the others. Quinlyn was using a wooden tool to carve the facial features. Her small hands moved nimbly, capturing each person's unique traits. The eyebrows and eyes were surprisingly expressive.

Bored, Zebulon poked a clay figure with his finger. "Why are you giving them gifts?" Besides, they were so rich. He wondered if they'd care about something like this.

Quinlyn didn't catch the undertone. She kept working carefully and replied, "Because I gave you a gift, I have to give my brothers one too. They've been very nice to me." Kindness should always be reciprocated.

Zebulon suddenly remembered the astronaut in his pocket and swallowed his mocking words.

As the party ended and everyone said their goodbyes at the karaoke bar entrance, Joseph turned to Quinlyn with a helpless look. "Professor Sawyer wants us to be his lab assistants tomorrow, so we might not be able to meet." Quinlyn guessed it might have something to do with the fever reducers and wasn't disappointed. "Okay, that's alright." Just then, the driver pulled up. Larry greeted him and turned around to see a small hand reaching out to him. "Larry, this is for you, and this is for Joseph and Stanley." She went around, giving each of them a clay figurine. The small figures had dried and were painted in bright colors, dressed in the clothes they wore that day and posed in their dance moves.

"How cute!" Larry's lips curved into a smile, his charming eyes exceptionally gentle as he stroked Quinlyn's head. "Thank you for the gift.” Quinlyn was unusually shy. She had wanted to make them better, but she was in such a hurry to give them out. She knew they had comforted her and stood up for her back in the bar.

***** By the tthey reached the villa, it was already ten o'clock. Zebulon didn't feel like making the trip back and forth, so he decided to stay the night. His room just happened to be next to Quinlyn's.

As he was about to go inside, he noticed Quinlyn holding a box of candy that Joseph had given her. It was the sbrand he had smashed earlier. Now he finally understood who the candy was for.

"You two sure are close," he said, his eyes on Quinlyn. "So, you wouldn't think about being Glenn's kid, right?" Quinlyn turned and looked at him with her dark eyes. "He's not my dad," she said quietly but firmly. "I'm not going to take him away from you." The words hit Zebulon like a punch. His face flushed, and he quickly turned away. "Who cares if you take him away or not?" He pushed the door open and slammed it shut behind him. Then he slowly slid down against the door, burying his face i his knees. His voice was muffled and choked. “What a silly..." He wondered, 'Glenn loves me. We've lived together for ten years. So why does he have to sendaway?' ***** Early the next morning, when Quinlyn got up for a run, she was surprised to see Zebulon was also up. He was playing chess with Glenn.

"Hey, Glenn, wait a minute." 1/0 97% (+68) Chapter 208 "Move made is move played, Zebulon. You're not getting out of this one." "Alright, alright." Their gwas interrupted before it really got going. The secretary appeared, breaking the moment.

"To the study." Glenn stood up.

"Glenn, what about breakfast? You haven't eaten yet." Zebulon wanted to follow him.

But Glenn stopped him. "You stay here. Have breakfast with Quinlyn. Finish up and head hafter," he said, patting Zebulon's shoulder before walking away.

Zebulon stared at the chessboard, frowning in frustration for a while before slowly putting the pieces away. Quinlyn watched him for a few seconds, then quietly slipped out the side door and jogged out to the backyard. She figured Zebulon might want a few more minutes there.

An hour later, they met at the dining table, but Glenn was still in his study.

Zebulon picked at his food, his mind wandering. "He's always like this, skipping breakfast, just grabbing whatever for lunch and dinner. Can't any of you remind him?" Quinlyn looked up, taken aback. "He's a grown man," she said softly. "If he's hungry, he'll eat." Zebulon paused, then finished his sandwich with a sullen expression. As he stood to leave, he added, "Anyway, while you're here, keep an eye on him. Don't let him overwork himself... I'm counting on you." The last few words were barely audible as he walked away.

'He's so quirky,' Quinlyn thought, but she still picked up a sandwich and carried it to the study.

Knowing it must be Zebulon's doing, Glenn laughed and shook his head. Putting aside his work, he started eating.

Seeing him eat so earnestly, Quinlyn suddenly asked, "Glenn, why can't he stay here?" It was obvious he cared about Zebulon.

Surprised, Glenn looked up. "It seems you two had a good tyesterday. Zebulon is a good kid, very filial. But he's not my son. He has his own parents. And my situation is...complicated. I don't want him to face any difficulties because ofone day." Quinlyn nodded slowly. She understood. Just like with the incident when she got sick. Those thugs weren't following Zebulon's orders. He was being used, and the ones pulling the strings were his own family.

"Quinlyn, can I ask you a favor?" Glenn said with a gentle smile. "If possible, I hope you can spend more twith Zebulon. Let him learn from you. If he were half as smart as you, I'd be relieved." Quinlyn felt a pang of sympathy. Both had asked her for favors, and both were concerned about the other. It was strange how people couldn't just say what they meant. All this beating around the bush might not lead to a good outcome.

But she still agreed. Glenn was really busy and already had a lot on his plate. His health couldn't take it.

But for a whole week, Zebulon didn't show up. Quinlyn assumed he was in class.

On Saturday morning, she invited him out, but he said he was coming to her.

"I left something here last time. I'll go upstairs and look for it." Zebulon went straight upstairs as soon as he entered the house, without even saying hello.

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Chapter 208 Quinlyn looked at his back and felt a little strange.

After getting his things, he said he had something to do and left.

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It was almost noon when Glenn, rarely back for lunch, sat down at the table. Dishes were served one after apother, and there was even a bowl of beef stroganoff. “Sir, you haven't been looking well lately. Have smore to nourish yourself," said the staff.

"Okay," Glenn replied, and the bodyguard beside him began to check the dishes for poison.

Quinlyn, always observant, subconsciously watched the bodyguard, trying to gauge which dish was the best from his expression.

Her eyes finally landed on the bowl of beef stroganoff. It smelled rich and inviting, but it hadn't been served to her. She took another look but didn't ask for any.

Glenn noticed her interest. "Well, if you like it, have some. It's just that it tastes a little fishy. You may not like it," he said, taking a small bowl, filling it, and pushing it in front of her.

It was beef stroganoff, with a rich, savory sauce. Many seasonings had been added, and a burst of fragrance wafted over her face.

But Quinlyn still detected a faint, slightly off smell from the gelatinous texture of the beef. It was very subtle, not unpleasant, and seemed to have a hint of something else.

"Don't drink it," she suddenly said, flicking open Glenn's spoon and m letting the beef stroganoff fal back into the bowl. She pointed to the bowl of soup. "I smell skind of drug. It's been spiked."

Then she looked at the bodyguard.

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