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Chapter 189 The luxury car glided smoothly along the wide highway, the city skyline flashing by outside the window. Towering skyscrapers lined the road, and in the distance, the glowing letters "DK" stood out like a beacon of wealth and power.

Quinlyn sat in the backseat, her fingers absently tracing the pearls adorning the hem of her white princess dress. She couldn't remember the last tshe'd worn something so fancy-even her birthday dress hadn't been this elaborate.

Before they left, her grandfather had told her that her parents were important people, and that she needed to dress formally to meet them.

The car exited the highway, but instead of the bustling city center, it wound its way up a secluded hill on the outskirts of town. Halfway up the slope, a cluster of luxurious villas cinto view, each surrounded by high- security checkpoints.

Quinlyn glanced out the car window, her eyes catching the glint of metal from the guns held by the guards. Real weapons, no doubt. This was her second tvisiting Briarwood University, but the vibe here was completely different from DigitalKey Group.

It felt more solemn, more mysterious-like there was something hidden beneath the surface, something far more oppressive than the money-driven world of business she was used to.

"We've arrived, Ms. Yates, the driver said in a low voice. "Once inside, try to speak as little as possible. Follow the rules, and don't cause any trouble." Quinlyn didn't ask why she needed to see her parents or why everything felt so formal. She simply nodded and said, "Thank you" A servant guided her toward the house. The interior of the mansion was in old-school style, giving off major vintage vibes.

"Adjust the agenda for today's meeting." A deep voice commanded. "Make sure they think carefully before speaking." "Yes, sir." Another voice responded. "They've already reflected on their mistakes and are hoping for another chance. They promise to be more cautious next time." "Ok. Keep an eye on the diplomatic front. Report any developments immediately." "Understood. Also, there are a few countries-" The voices cut off abruptly as a group of people entered the room. Their eyes widened in surprise when they noticed. Quinlyn standing there.

'A child? What's a kid doing here?' they wondered.

The man at the front of the group paused, then waved his hand dismissively. "That's all for today. You may leave." "Yes, sir, the group replied in unison, bowing slightly before filing out of the room. None of them dared to look at Quinlyn or ask any questions.

The man walked over to the sofa and sat down, finally turning his attention to Quinlyn. "So, you're Quinlyn." His tone was calm but probing. Quinlyn met his gaze steadily and nodded.

"I'm Glenn Bronson." He introduced himself with a polite smile. "You can callDad, or other words you're comfortable with. Make yourself at hhere." He glanced at his watch, clearly pressed for time, then looked back at Quinlyn, waiting for her to ask any questions.

Instead, Quinlyn studied him for a moment before shaking her head. "You're not my father." 1/3 12:57 Sun, 30 Mar Chapter 189 Glenn raised an eyebrow, amused rather than offended. "And how can you be so sure?" "I have a DNA sample with the Anderson residence, Quinlyn explained calmly. "But my grandfather never showedthe report." "Is that all?" Glenn asked, his tone dismissive.

"No," Quinlyn continued, her eyes piercing through his facade. "You don't seem happy to see me. You think I'm a burden." Glenn blinked. After a moment, he chuckled. “Well, it's been a long tsince someone spoke toso directly." He leaned back; his expression thoughtful. "So, tell me, why did your grandfather bring you here and tell you I'm your father?" Quinlyn pressed her lips together, her voice steady. “He wants you to protect me.

A slow smile spread across Glenn's face. "You're right," he admitted. "My father owed your grandfather a favor years ago. I promised to fulfill any request he made, no matter how big.

I didn't expect him to call in that favor for you." He paused, his tone turning serious. "But I'll only protect you once. After that, you're on your own." Glenn's tone was cold and detached, as if the conversation was already over. He stood up, ready to leave, but Quinlyn stepped in front of him and bowed deeply, just like the others had done earlier.

Her voice was respectful but firm. "I don't need protection. Can my grandfather's request be saved for later?" Glenn raised an eyebrow, amused. "You're trying to negotiate with me?" Quinlyn didn't feel embarrassed. She straightened up slightly but kept her posture formal. "Because I know how powerful you are. You could save my grandfather and the Andersons in a critical moment. I can survive on my own." 'So, I don't want to waste this opportunity, she thought.

Glenn chuckled. “You've got a strong sense of loyalty. But you might be underestimating the power of the state. At your current status and ability, whether you live or how you live isn't up to you.

Staying here is your best option. After a while, you can leave, and no one will trouble you again." Glenn took a few steps closer, and as he passed her, he placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle pat. By the tQuinlyn looked up, he was already walking away, leaving her alone in the massive villa.

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It was far larger than Claude's estate, spanning over a thousand square yards with a layout that felt more like a palace It was vast and symmetrical, with numerous rooms neatly arranged in a square formation. Everywhere Quinlyn went, she saw bodyguards in black suits. On the third day, after her private tutor finished the lesson, Mandy video-called her. "Quinlyn, Anderson said you're on vacation. Where are you? I want to cand play with you!" "Uh, I'm..." Quinlyn didn't want to lie to her best friend, but before she could cup with an answer, a tall figure in a black suit and sunglasses appeared behind her.

She turned her head and saw the man completely blocking the camera's view, obscuring the background. Quinlyn quickly understood-nothing here could be revealed to outsiders. "Let's chat over text. The signal here isn't great," she said.

Not wanting to cause trouble for Mandy, Quinlyn hung up and sat down on the steps of the long corridor, basking in the sun. Suddenly, an ice cream appeared in front of her.

She tilted her head and saw the sblack-suited man standing there. "Won't this cause trouble for you?" she asked. The man grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth, and sat down beside her.

2/3 77%1 Chapter 189 "Nah, I got this from the staff quarters. Larry said you have a sweet tooth, so he bought these two days ago. Here," he said, handing her the ice cream with the wrapper already peeled off.

Quinlyn took it and took a bite, her eyes closing in delight as her feet started swinging happily.

The man poked her cheek with a i said at finger, his smile warm and genuine. “Just like they said at home-you're adorable and so well-behaved.” He paused, then added, "You recognized us as the Hill family the moment you walked in, didn't you?" Quinlyn nodded while enjoying her ice cream.

"Then you must know who you've aligned yourself with," he continued.

"Yeah," Quinlyn replied. "Larry toldbefore that the Hill family only serves the leaders of Jelasica.” 'So, Glenn must be a high-ranking official in Jelasica,' Quinlyn thought.

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