It was like Quentin knew everything about him…but this was the first time Jim had met him. Jim’s
expression satisfied Quentin. With his lips curled into a small smile at Jim, he then turned to look at
Luke.
“What makes you so sure that this woman, Charlotte, is here, Mr. Jones?”
Switching to a more comfortable position on the couch and glancing at everyone, Quentin’s small smirk
surfaced to his face once more.
“Let me emphasize once more: we don’t have such a luxurious dungeon here, and we can’t possibly
have such a big bed and recreational facilities. Moreover, the Quinn family has always obeyed the law
and didn’t shelter that fugitive, Charlotte.” He took out a cigar and lit it up elegantly. After one puff,
however, he suddenly remembered something and looked at Bonnie.
“Ms. Craig, do you mind that I smoke? If you do, I’ll put it out.”
This startled Bonnie.
She looked at Quentin, whose lips had curled upward, his eyes staring at her stomach meaningfully.
“Do you mind? Do you not?” Bonnie knew from his gaze that Quentin must have known about the child
in her womb, and it …unsettled her greatly.
At the instance, she felt like all the joints on her body had gone stiff. After a while, she regained her
senses and smiled embarrassingly. She turned around, not daring to have eye contact with Quentin.
“It…would be nice if you can put it out. I’m not used to the smell of cigarettes.”
Quentin smiled but did not put out the cigar.
“Are you not used to the cigarette smell, or is there another reason that you don’t like me to smoke?”
Bonnie’s expression faltered into a more dire-looking one after that question.
She was afraid, and very much so. If Quentin exposed the fact that she bore an infant in front of Jim,
the consequences would be unthinkable!
“Mr. Simms, are you close with Bonnie?” Luna asked suddenly.
“We’re not here today so we could listen to you quarrel with one person and then chat with another.
Whether or not Bonnie likes or dislikes your smoking isn’t something worth going on about.”
Only then did Quentin narrow his eyes slightly shifted his gaze away from Bonnie. Nonetheless, he
was not that considerate to let Bonnie off the hook so easily. As he retracted his sight, he glanced at
Jim.
“Mr. Landry, what happened if someone lied to you? What would you do?”
At that moment, Jim did not fully understand what Quentin meant. All he thought of was that Quentin
was referring to Charlotte since she had disguised herself as Number-9 and had lied to him for many
years.
Thus, Jim sneered, “Well, whoever lies to me won’t have a happy ending. I’ll take back ten times more
of what they had gained from me after lying to me.”
After that, he squinted and asked, “So, where is Charlotte?” Quentin smiled lightly.
“I told you: she’s not here.” He shifted his position once more.
“If you don’t believe me, you’re free to search the mansion. If you find her, you can bring her away. If
you don’t…”
A cold smile appeared on his face as he fished out a contract.
“I want ten percent each from Landry Group and Lynch Group’s shares as compensation for emotional
damage.”
He then glanced at Joshua and Jim.
“Do you dare gamble with me?”
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