"Miss Quinn, why are you keeping Susan Carter, who’s an international criminal?"
Wayne Shelby found it quite troublesome.
Not just him, even the other members of the Vanguard Corps looked troubled.
If Susan Carter were just a nobody, it wouldn’t be an issue to keep him around.
But he’s a mercenary leader, and also one of the top-ranked killers.
Keeping someone like that—are you planning on meeting your doom?
July Quinn remained expressionless and said, "I need someone to serve tea."
Mom, I feel like something’s wrong with today.
Otherwise, how could a little girl like July Quinn have subdued a mercenary leader like Susan Carter, and even plan to make him serve tea?
"Miss Quinn, you can’t joke about such things."
Thomas Grant, although not doubting himself, didn’t believe July Quinn was serious either.
Wendy Tierney didn’t speak but let out a disdainful snort.
Wanting a mercenary leader to serve her tea—July Quinn is truly out of her mind.
But July Quinn ignored their doubts and mocking, only saying,
"I’m not joking, and since his men knocked over my instant noodles, he should compensate with labor."
Though Susan Carter’s mouth was taped, and his hands and feet were bound, he still groaned with agitation upon hearing July Quinn’s words.
He knew that being caught this time, delivering him to the higher-ups wouldn’t end well, considering the countless souls he had sent to the other side.
But to serve tea for July Quinn...
Spit! He wouldn’t stand for such humiliation.
So he protested with fervor, rushing in front of Thomas Grant, trying to convey, "A warrior can be killed but not humiliated!"
Yet July Quinn just patted him on the shoulder, "I know you’re grateful I saved you, but don’t be so excited, or you’ll make others laugh."
Susan Carter groaned again, almost in tears.
Thomas Grant probably saw through his heart and said to July Quinn, "I think he doesn’t seem grateful, nor does he want to go with you."
Susan Carter nodded repeatedly towards Thomas Grant, groaning without knowing what to say.
But July Quinn just chuckled, "What I say goes."
Thomas Grant frowned.
Susan Carter seemed to want Thomas Grant to speak a few words on his behalf, groaning in front of them without knowing what to say.
Probably annoyed by the noise, July Quinn punched him right in the face.
Two crimson lines streamed down Susan Carter’s nose, and his eyes rolled as he fainted.
Everyone stared blankly at July Quinn, while she hissed in pain, "Ouch, broke my nail."
Then she maliciously kicked Susan Carter twice, "You’re done for, another two years of slavery!"
Are all the girls these days as violent as July Quinn?
If that’s the case, perhaps staying single is safer?
This is simultaneously awesome and cool!
But to have a mercenary leader serve tea...
He really didn’t know what to say now, maybe he should wish the awesome a Happy New Year in advance?
At this moment, Wendy Tierney stepped forward.
"Grant, since she wants the person, just give him to her. Handing him over is quite troublesome. Besides, she caught him, so she should handle it as she sees fit."
Wendy Tierney seemed to be helping July Quinn.
But in reality, she merely hoped July Quinn would stupidly take Susan Carter back.
With Susan Carter’s ruthless nature as a mercenary leader, he wouldn’t let July Quinn push him around. Surely, he’d seize an opportunity to assassinate her later.
The thought of July Quinn soon dying in her own folly greatly delighted Wendy Tierney.
"Alright then. But we should tidy things up quickly, Lord Keaton will be here soon."
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But unknowingly, his words brightened Wendy Tierney’s eyes.
"Lord Keaton is coming?"