Quinton Everheart turned sullen as he once again cleverly avoided the subject.


    “…”


    Renee, too, had no desire to pursue it. She did not want to put any more pressure on Quinton, as she


    felt that he was already under enough. Besides, no matter what, she would find a way to get to the


    bottom of the truth and find out what actually happened herself anyway.


    She swore that the Everheart family would be avenged!


    It ended up being a dinner that was filled with warmth and happiness for Renee. Her heart was bursting


    with so much bliss and joy that she was almost moved to tears a few times.


    “I have a brother now! I actually have a brother!”


    What a wonderful feeling it was to find that she had a close family member again! No longer was she


    duckweed floating aimlessly without any roots to anchor it down.


    “The Everheart Residence is in a sorry state right now,” she told Quinton, “but I’m determined to rebuild


    it, and when it’s done, you and I, along with Adie and Abby, will move into the house and live together


    as a family.”


    Renee raised her ss towards Quinton and excitedly ardently said, “Wee home, brother!”


    “Yes,” Quinton replied, also raising his ss, “I’m finally home. Soon, Beach City will belong to the


    Everheart family!”


    By that point, tears had been streaming down Margaret’s cheeks. She wiped her tears with a tissue


    and said, “General Everheart, Mr. Everheart, Madam… You’re seeing this too, aren’t you? God has


    been watching over us. Master Quinton is still alive! Glory awaits the future of the Everheart family! All


    of you may rest in peace now…”


    As the dinner was about toe to a close, Chase Cheever stood at the dining room door shuffling on


    his feet, looking as if he was hesitant to say something.


    Quinton had long noticed the man’s presence and so asked him in a vexed tone, “What are you doing


    standing at the door like a clown?! What’s happening? Stop wasting time and give me the report!”


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    Chase entered the dining room with his head hung low. He was so nervous that his fists were balled


    tightly.


    “Forgive me, boss. I’ve tried my best, but that impostor is too cunning. He didn’t take the bait, so I think


    I… I won’t be able to lure him out.”


    “Useless *ss!” Quinton hurled his wine ss violently at Chase’s head, looking disgruntled. “So your


    eyes aren’t the only worthless part of your body. I think I should just scoop out your brain and feed it to


    the dogs!”


    In the past, Chase Cheever had always been resolute and decisive, nothing at all like the timid and


    fumbling man that resembled the feeble and sensitive poet he had be. Evidently, that impostor


    must have been so inept that he turned a slick jackal into azypdog. What a pitiful waste of a rare


    talent!


    Chase dropped to his knees with a loud thud in front of Quinton and once again ced himself in a


    perilous position right on the cusp of a deadly storm.


    “It’s all my fault, Boss! I fully admit to it. You may punish me however you see fit, so long as it calms


    your anger!”


    But Renee merely sipped her wine nonchntly and asked Chase in a meaningful tone, “Were you


    really unable to lure him out, Chase? Or were you just unwilling?”


    “…”


    Chase fell silent and made no effort to refute Renee.


    She was right, he could have lured the impostor out if he wanted to, but he was simply reluctant. He


    had developed an attachment to the impostor in thest four years, and even if he was not the real Mr.


    Q, his talents and capabilities were definitely real, so how could he have the heart to lure him out to


    die?