Renee and the man’s DNA had a 99.1% match, proving that they were biological siblings.
“This... this is incredible!”
Her fingers shook as she glanced at the report, and her heart raced wildly.
“Do you believe I’m your twin brother now, Renee?”
Quinton, on the other hand, was considerably more composed. He moved before Renee grasped her shoulder and murmured,
“We’ve finally reconnected. Let me take a look at you.”
His gaze was soft as he inspected her as if she were another version of himself. His eyes were filled with love.
“Bro... brother.”
Renee moved her head up slightly and gazed at the guy. Despite the fact that she was unaccustomed to the term, she welcomed
him nonetheless.
She immediately realized she wasn’t alone at that time. She finally had someone on whom she could rely.
This was probably the magical power of family!
Renee accompanied Quinton to Carmine Pawnshop on his invitation.
He owned the whole area, including the Water Dock.
The fearsome Night Demon has returned!
However, when Renee returned to this location, she noticed a significant shift in her feelings. She had far too many inquiries.
‘If he’s Mr. Q, who impersonated him?’ She was perplexed.
When Quinton returned to the pawn store, the first person he harshly reprimanded was his once-trustworthy subordinate Chase!
“You’re a stupid being! You served an imposter for four years without realizing it. I believe you did it on purpose!” Quinton stood
before the lion-carved bench. He stepped on Chase’s chest with one leg and yelled fiercely.
“Boss, it’s my fault that I was blind. Please punish me!” Chase realized the grave mistake he’d made and kneeled with his back
straight, eager to accept his punishment.
“Since you know you’re blind, you don’t need your eyes.”
“Drag him to the organ room, remove his eyes, and sell them!” Quinton ordered the subordinate beside him.
Despite wearing a face mask, he had a chilly sneer that made people uneasy. He was the devil himself since he had no
tenderness in how he responded to Renee before.
This was what the genuine Mr. Q looked like.
He wouldn’t have been able to expand his empire to the same degree of power as the H Group if he wasn’t as cruel.
“Yes, sir!”
Two muscular guys approached Chase, who was now kneeling on the floor, and prepared to take him to the organ room.
“Hold on!”