Stefan was enraged but helpless at the same time. “How long have you known him? You haven’t even


    seen his face, so why are you so attached to him? What’s so good about that man?”


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    “He has lots of good qualities!” Renee protested drowsily.


    “Like what?”


    “He’d cook for me! Every day, no matter how tired I am from work, seeing a warm meal specially


    prepared for me just melts my heart…”


    “Anyone can cook – all you need is cooking sses.”


    “Yeah, millions of people can cook, but Mr. Q is special. He’s one in a million. My trashy ex-husband


    could never rece him.”


    “Have you ever thought of the possibility that… they’re the same person? In that case, there’s no need


    to rece anyone at all.” When Stefan revealed this information, he quickly regretted it. He was indeed


    Mr. Q, or more precisely, he was his substitute.


    After being defeated, the real Mr. Q’s fate was unknown after their previous battle.


    For years, he had taken over Carmine Pawnshop using a mask and a modified voice. With that, he was


    able to establish a new order within Water Dock. He had never intended to involve Renee and the kids,


    but destiny had other ns and brought them together regardless.


    It was true that one big lie required a thousand smaller lies to cover up. When he put on the mask and


    faced Renee as ‘Mr. Q’, he knew that there was no way of turning back, especially when she had


    started depending on him, and even falling for him.


    If he were toe clean right now, Renee would definitely use him of purposefully toying with her


    and humiliating her. He knew just how much her dignity meant to her. The cracks in their rtionship


    would only grow bigger then, to the point where they wouldn’t be able to fix it even if they tried…


    ‘But if I don’t tell her, how am I supposed to win her back? Hah, how ironic. My rival is myself! Is this


    what they call karma?’


    “Mr. Q, you dummy, I won’t let you insult yourself like that…” Renee continued mumbling, still


    embracing the man. “You’re a kind, gentle person… So how could you be the same as that iceberg?


    Unless, of course, you have a split personality!”


    “You’re right, we’re not the same person, but our love for you is the same.” Stefan had been


    maintaining his position for quite some time now, and both his neck and back were sore all because he


    wanted to let Renee sleepfortably.


    The man then patted her on the back, speaking in his softest voice, “Sleep well, Renee, sweet dreams.


    Tomorrow will be a new day.”


    Hearing this, Renee smiled and fell into a deep sleep.


    The next day, as sunlight flooded the spacious backseat of the Rolls-Royce, Renee opened her eyes


    slowly, only to find herself lying on top of Stefan.


    Their bodies were basically glued together – her head on his shoulder, and her nose brushing his neck.


    Their position was… quite intimate, to say the least.


    Her entire face flushed red, and she held her breath as she carefully tried getting up.


    Suddenly, Stefan tightened his grip, firmly holding her by the waist. This pulled them into an even more


    intimate position.


    “Let go of me, Hunt!” Renee struggled, feeling embarrassed.


    “You’ve slept with me for a whole night, yet now you’re asking me to let go? Is this really how you repay


    me?” Stefan said as he stared at the woman, his gaze piercing.


    Renee couldn’t bear his intense gaze and averted her eyes. “I was drinking in the bar! When did I even


    sleep with you? This is nder!”


    “You got drunk and your wild instincts took over. Shouldn’t you be at least a little aware of this?”


    The man’s words were irrefutable, so Renee decided to put on a tough act instead. “So what if I slept


    with you? It’s not like this is the first time it happened!”