“Why do you say this, Mr. Simms?” Jim narrowed his eyes.
“Would I have declared it so confidently if I didn’t have the answer myself?”
When they were in the dungeon, he had secretly marked the two women to tell them apart.
Jim had secretly ordered his men to ‘accidentally’ tear the shirt of the one who claimed to be Quentin’s
daughter while dragging her up the stairwell.
At the thought of this, Jim got up and strode over to the servant with the torn shirt, a cold sneer playing
on his lips.
“Whether it was me, Joshua, or Luke, none of us had managed to understand why Charlotte was so
close with the Quinn family, so much so that they were willing to steal her from us at the expense of
breaking the law.”
As he said this, he glanced coldly at Quentin, whose face was pale.
“What this servant just said reminded me that…” He chuckled and continued, “Charlotte was an
orphan, and if she were your daughter, Mr. Simms, everything would make sense.”
The color drained from Quentin’s face.
A split second later, he sneered and replied, “What on earth are you talking about, Jim? Are we basing
everything on this lowly servant’s claims? I can’t believe that you even went so far as to deduce that
Charlotte is my daughter, too! What nonsense!”
Granny Quinn nodded in agreement as soon as he said this.
“That’s right! Quentin…can’t possibly have a child.”
Joshua furrowed his brows at the sight of Quentin and Granny Quinn’s desperate attempts to deny
their correlation in this.
His expression darkened as he first glanced coldly at Quentin, then at the servant that Jim had pointed
out to be Charlotte in disguise.
When Jim brought up the fact that this servant had claimed to be Quentin’s daughter, he, too, had
thought it was nonsense. After all, he had secretly done a background check on Quentin and had found
out many details about him.
However…
Quentin’s desperate attempts of denial, as well as Granny Quinn’s deliberate statements to supplement
Quentin’s claims, only aroused his suspicions even more.
Could the servant be telling the truth? Alarm bells sounded in Quentin’s mind when he saw the
thoughtful look on Joshua’s face. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought that Charlotte would have
ruined everything for him!
He had disfigured Charlotte’s face even did the same to an innocent servant to confuse everyone so
Charlotte could escape among the chaos.
However, not only did she not appreciate his efforts, but she even admitted to them that she was his
daughter! Not only had this aroused Jim’s suspicions, but even Joshua was beginning to think twice
about this. Quentin narrowed his eyes, shot Charlotte a murderous glare, and then lifted his head to
grin at Jim.
“None of this proves anything. Even if I have a daughter-which I don’t-it wouldn’t be Charlotte anyway.
“Even if you insist that Charlotte is my daughter…the truth is, anyone can make that claim. Apart from
that servant, this one could’ve done so, too.”
Then, he strode over and glanced coldly at the two servants standing before him.
”Since Mr. Landry insists that one of you is Charlotte, the woman he’s looking for… Why don’t you find
out which one it is and then take her away, leaving the other one to me, Mr. Landry? How does that
sound?”
Jim narrowed his eyes but did not reply.
Quentin grew even more confident when he noticed Jim’s silence.
It turned out that Jim did not know Charlotte very well after all; now that her looks had been disfigured,
there was no way he could tell which one was Charlotte and which was not.
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