In the car ride home, July Quinn sat in the back seat, resting her chin on one hand and closing her eyes for a nap.
The night wind gently tousled her hair, creating an inexplicable ethereal beauty.
Susan Carter glanced at July Quinn, who seemed to be asleep, through the rearview mirror and felt a bit uneasy.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that his brother coming to kill her tonight was going to be hard to smooth over.
Sometimes, the more you fear something, the more it comes to pass.
Sure enough, just as Susan was feeling restless, July Quinn suddenly spoke.
"Susan, were those people just now from your Alpha Mercenary Corps?"
Susan’s grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly.
He knew this matter wouldn’t end so easily.
"Yeah, if you need to know who ordered the job, I can help you get the answer."
Right now, he just wanted to act as straightforwardly as possible to win leniency.
"No need, I know who it is."
July Quinn had already sensed the reflection from the top floor of Serenity Clinic when she was at the entrance just now.
Evidently, some old thing was standing there, waiting to watch the show.
"Then..." Susan still wanted to find a way to remedy the situation.
But before he could speak, July Quinn preemptively asked him.
"Weren’t you planning to leave with them a moment ago?"
Damn, this was another life-threatening question.
At that moment, they happened to be at a red light.
Susan was so nervous he almost stepped on the gas instead of the brake.
Luckily, he regained his composure just in time to avoid crashing into the car in front.
"What, is the question that hard to answer?"
Not having received an answer, July Quinn suddenly opened her eyes, meeting Susan’s gaze through the rearview mirror.
In that instant, faced with those sparkling eyes, Susan felt on the verge of getting beaten.
"That’s a question you shouldn’t be asking me; you should ask yourself instead."
It’s safe to say that this answer was driven by an intense desire to survive.
It handed the decision back to July Quinn and kept the grievance to himself.
Perhaps this reply resonated with July Quinn because her smile became even more radiant than before.
"You’re right, you are my free slave; how could I possibly let you leave?"
Those words weren’t very damaging, but they were incredibly insulting.
As Victor Hawthorne’s birthday approached, he decided to invite a few friends over for a barbecue celebration at his place.
Little did he know, big-mouth Leo let it slip, and quite a few brothers now eagerly wanted to attend his birthday barbecue bash.
"Boss Hawthorne, that’s not cool. Inviting only a few of them and not us for your birthday?"
"Yeah, do you really consider us your brothers?"
The brothers he was close with usually all gathered around, grumbling and complaining.
Victor, overwhelmed by the complaints, could only look resentfully at Leo.
Indeed, those he invited to the barbecue bash at home were brothers who knew his family’s situation.
Like Leo, for example.
If he were to bring this big crowd home, wouldn’t his family’s true situation be exposed? Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on noveⅼfire.net
At this moment, Victor was quite distressed.
"I’m worried there’s not enough food prepared at home."
In reality, the amount of food needed was just a call away for the household staff.
Victor said this only to avoid having so many brothers gather at his house.
But unexpectedly, the brothers said, "That’s no problem, we’ll just bring our own food if there’s not enough."
"Yeah, we’re here mainly to celebrate your birthday, not just to eat."
Seeing the brothers so enthusiastically eager, Victor had no choice but to agree.
"Alright then, as long as you don’t mind after visiting my place."
Just like when he was little, and friends he played well with became distant after visiting his home once.