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Chapter 192 Chapter 192 Caspian was left astounded. It seemed that even a random child plucked from the streets would fare better than her.

For a moment, he thought it might be sexecutive sending their daughter to this community event just to polish her resfor future school applications.

He wanted to articulate that this was not funny to send a young lady to take part in such an affair. Yet, upon observing the table, he was met with silence; no one voiced opposition.

Caspian twitched his lips, revealing an awkward smile, and asked, "So, young lady, what is your opinion of these individuals?" +50) Quinlyn glanced at the screen, seemingly at a loss for words. She turned to Glenn, inquiring, "If I enter, will all actions be at my discretion?" Glenn pondered for a moment before nodding in agreement. “Due to the elevated danger, your task is to gather information and achieve results; beyond that, you may adapt as necessary." Quinlyn said, "Very well. May I leave now?" The others were surprised by how quickly she acted and thought she had been so caught up in her reading that she missed the main points of the discussion, completely unaware of the risks involved with a juvenile detention center.

Caspian asked, "Shouldn't you prepare first?" Quinlyn said, "Prepare for what?" Caspian was momentarily taken aback by Quinlyn's response. Upon reflection, he realized that this wasn't anything akin to exam preparation.

Glenn instructed Howard to organize additional personnel for protection and surveillance while he escorted Quinlyn to the study, retrieving a gun from beneath the desk and handing it to her.

Glenn said, "You know how to use it; the specifications of the ammunition won't be traced. Think of this askeeping the last part of my promise to Edward." Quinlyn said, "I will not take a life." "This is for your own protection," Glenn insisted as he pressed the firearm into her hands.

Quinlyn thought, "They can't harm me.' She ultimately accepted it, clutching the weapon as she stepped out.

This time, a trainee took the wheel. He said, "If Larry finds out, he will surely scold us. Your life is nothing short of tumultuous." Quinlyn understood this was Glenn's arrangement, providing her an opportunity to leave a message for her brothers. She handed over an entire box of candy that was meant for her trip to the detention center and said, "Tell my brothers not to worry. I'll be honce they've finished the candy." What a ruse. The trainee glanced at the box resting on his knee, amused.

They arrived at the entrance and the guard led Quinlyn inside. The trainee suddenly grew anxious, hoping to help finish the candy quickly so Quinlyn could cback sooner. He thought, 'What an endearing girl. What if she were to be harmed?' Meanwhile, the miniature camera on Quinlyn's chest began operating, transmitting real-tvisuals back to the conference room.

1/3 17:17 Tue, 1 Apr Chapter 192 65% 50 Unlike the grim confines of an adult prison, this facility featured wide, luminous corridors, with a garden on one side and a sports area on the other.

At that moment, individuals were active on both sides. As Quinlyn, handcuffed and clad in uniform, traversed through, the curious gazes of those around her were undeniable.

"Room 402 will be your residence," announced the guard, opening the door and indicating a corner location.

Quinlyn entered, clutching her newly acquired toothbrush and basin. The four bunk beds were lined up, and the surroundings appeared clean and orderly.

The layout bore a striking resemblance to the university dormitory Joseph had shown her in photographs. Three of the bunks were taken, while the vacant one had personal items scattered around.

As Quinlyn settled onto the edge of her bed, she retrieved a photograph hidden beneath the upper bunk. In the picture, two boys, dirty and disheveled, grinned radiantly at the camera. The older one was Chester, while the younger one was Frank.

Beneath the pillow lay a diary written by Frank, which Quinlyn chose not to open, intending to bring it back and present it to Chester later.

Since it was mid-afternoon, all the boys should be outside engaging in activities. However, before Quinlyn could organize her belongings, sounds emerged from beyond the iron door. Three boys wielding a universal key brazenly entered.

"Who would have thought there was truly a no Omer I guess Frank is dead. He was so fragile." Dorian tossed aside his shoes and plopped down onto the bed.

The other two drew up chairs, sandwiching Quinlyn between them.

"New girl, let's have a chat," said Leander, a slightly plump boy with a buzz cut, tugging at Quinlyn's shoulder- length hair as he smiled. "What did you do to end up here? Did you dare to share a space with us?" His tone dripped with arrogance.

Quinlyn leaned back slightly, her dark eyes fixed on him, and replied, "Murder." Her words caused Leander to relax his grip. Jareth asked, "Was it an accident? Was it a boy or a girl?" Quinlyn adjusted her hair and calmly stated, "It was not an accident, nor was it a kid." Silence enveloped the room for several seconds. In the conference room, the surveillance footage revealed the expressions of both boys.

Their former haughty demeanor in the interrogation room lingered in memory, but now they were left speechless, visibly unsettled as they swallowed hard.

Caspian wondered, "What kind of demeanor did Quinlyn have that made everyone so scared of her?" "You've got guts; no wonder you were assigned to our group. At present, you would rank second." Jareth approached her, extending his hand while an ominous glint sparkled in his eyes. "I'm No. 1 and the leader here." Quinlyn regarded him silently for a few seconds before shaking his hand. She felt frosty, reminiscent of a serpent's touch. As she had surmised, these individuals were no longer themselves.

As evening fell, everyone gathered for supper. The tables and chairs were spotless, bathed in the warm glow of the sunset streaming through the roof. The spacious hall, decorated with charming murals, felt more heartwarming and lively than an elementary school. Quinlyn entered alongside the three boys, drawing considerable attention from the crowd. The line ahead waiting for food 2/3 17:17 Tue, 1 Apr Chapter 192 parted, and as they reached a girl, Jareth snatched the tray from her grasp.

Food scattered across the floor as he stepped on it, declaring, "I hate it when others get to eat before me."

As he surveyed the room, the others stopped eating. Satisfied, Jareth om stepped forward to collect his meal. Just as he was about to be served, he heard Leander say, "Jareth, she's undermining your rules." Turning around, Jareth saw Quinlyn crouching to help the girl gather her tray.

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Quinlyn looked up to meet his gaze. "Why should I be afraid?" she replied, her expression one of confusion.

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