Fake Heiress 133

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Chapter 133

Harriet ran back, almost spilling the wine she was carrying.

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“Hey, slow down.” Tobias shouted anxiously, then scolded her as she approached, “Can’t even do a simple task right, useless!”

“I–I’m sorry,” Harriet apologized timidly, her head bowed.

“Alright, let’s go, don’t delay,” Bill patted his shoulder, suggesting they drive and drink along the way.

The car started and left the village behind. Quinlyn finally sighed in relief.

She glanced at Harriet, sensing something was off, but seeing her unharmed, said nothing.

Inside the office, Joseph exhaled as the tracker moved. “Bennett, we’re so close. Can we use a drone to track them in real-

time?”

Stanley added. “Yeah, the new program can track for a long distance.”

They hadn’t seen Quinlyn for nearly half a month and were worried about her well–being.

But Bennett shook his head. “No, the lookout here has sharp eyes. Any flying object can be easily spotted.”

“Then are we just going to watch Quinlyn cross the borderlands? No, we have to call her back.” Stanley didn’t want another Yocriton incident.

The danger level this time was higher, and even Quinton’s escape almost cost him his life. The human trafficker was a big shot in the borderlands, and Quinlyn was alone.

Bennett felt helpless. Things always happened to Quinlyn. Or maybe her keen observation skills led her to clues faster than the police.

He was both happy and worried. Happy because the case had leads, but worried because the solver was only ten years old, making the situation passive.

“Wait a bit more. Once we get solid info, we’ll act immediately,” Bennett decided to arrest people first and gather evidence later, at least to get Quinlyn back sooner.

After leaving the village, the outside was desert, with occasional sandstorms blocking the view.

Villages were rare, and the villagers were mostly alert. People had diverse appearence, and there were armed militiamen.

Harriet only dared to peek outside the window, shocked to see some children shorter than her carrying guns.

“Are these the kids on the borderlands?” She finally mustered the courage to speak to the ones in front after so many days.

Bill and the others, in a good mood from drinking, replied, “In a place like this, you have to be tough to survive. Guns are nothing, there are even killers here.

“You city girls wouldn’t understand. In this cruel world, it’s hard to survive each day.”

Harriet fell silent, secretly clenching her fingers. ‘Will I become like them if I’m sold?‘

Quinlyn gazed at the gaunt children outside with wolf–like eyes, her expression indifferent.

She used to be one of them, watching daily struggles and having no value. Most who survived ended up on a criminal path.

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Matthew once said, “People without constraints and fearless of death become beasts.”

To avoid becoming a beast, she chose a different path, striving to be good and reaching her present state. She was unregretful and unafraid of the battle.

After a long drive, near the borderlands, a large market appeared. It was a bustling oasis village with many people.

“Finally here, I’m worn out,” Bill parked and stretched, leading others out.

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They passed through the entrance to the market and saw many people wearing headscarves. The surrounding buildings also blended styles from various countries, with large and round structures resembling overturned bowls on the ground.

The stalls were filled with miscellaneous daily necessities, and most stall owners were women.

They walked hundreds of yards to the village end, and saw a green field. The air became moist, a relief from the sand.

Militiamen guarded the entrance. Bill gave two cigarettes to two of them and explained the situation before leading Quinlyn and Harriet in.

Stepping onto the cool, soft grass, they breathed in deeply. The well–protected oasis had grazing cattle and sheep and a few tents, one large and ornate with glittering diamonds.

Inside the spacious, cool tent with a wool carpet, a man was eating lamb stew.

“Barrow, we’re back,” Bill greeted the man at the table.

The burly man, weighing around 200 pounds, occupied the whole table alone. He finished his meat and asked, “Did you sell the kid as Yolanda instructed?”

“Not yet,” Bill felt his gaze and tensed up. “Barrow, I want you to see her first. She’s promising. Selling her directly seems a

waste.”

Then he recounted Quinlyn’s behavior on the train.

“Even so, you should follow Yolanda’s instructions. She’s your leader when I’m absent. Don’t you know the rules?” The man cast a cold glance at him, putting the blame on him, and then turned his gaze to the two children behind.

The child on the left was timid, though trying to stay calm, with trembling lips, looking less brave than the little militiaman here.

The one on the right was good–looking, with a special aura. Barrow thought, ‘In a few years, she might be prettier than Yolanda, especially with those eyes…

He raised his hand and motioned them over. “Come and sit down. Have some food.”

Harriet was reluctant to go, finding Barrow intimidating. However, Quinlyn had already walked over, so she hurriedly followed and chose the seat farthest from Barrow.

Quinlyn, who didn’t care, started eating with a fork right away, as she had been hungry all the way from the border.

The copper pot bubbled. She quickly took half a bowl of meat with her fork, not minding the heat, and stuffed it all into her

mouth in one breath.

In just two minutes, she finished the meat even from Barrow’s plate.

Everyone was stunned, including Harriet. Bill and the others broke into a cold sweat and said with a forced smile, “I knew the kid was fierce, but not this fierce.”