The Untouchable Ex-Wife

“He’s an idiot,” Quinton said curiously to Renee. “How do you expect him to make amends?”
Renee stood up and walked in front of Chase, helping him.
“Chase, I know you’re devoted to my brother. You simply have a weak vision and haven’t realized you’ve been working for an
impostor for the last four years. You probably want to know who the impostor is, right?”
Chase’s lips paled, and he felt weak as he murmured guilty, “Boss is why I’m still alive. He rescued me. However, I was too blind
and stupid and couldn’t identify between an imposter and my boss. I’ll be ashamed of myself if I continue to live!”
“Wait a minute. Let’s not talk about death or living first. Tell me, do you want to know who the imposter is?”
“Of course, I do!”
His eyes were wrathful, and he lost his tenderness and serenity. “This imposter is so bold that he dared to impersonate Mr. Q. He
better not let me capture him, or I would make him suffer a terrible death!”
“Uhm, calm down...” she soothed him.
She had the impression that Chase had shifted to another person. Before this, he was a well-mannered genius. He has now
turned into a vicious monster. Everything that exited his mouth was obscene and ticked all the wrong boxes.
‘Is this because the leader’s attitude influences how the subordinates act? The imposter does not seem to have deserved heavy
punishment. After all, he never did anything unlawful that caused damage to others; all he did was transform the abnormalities in
the pawnshop into normal,’ she reasoned.
“This is your chance to atone for your sins. I’ll ask Quinton to forgive you if you can find the imposter.” Renee said with a half-
smile.
“I...” Chase swallowed his spit anxiously and remained silent. His expression was complicated, and it was difficult to guess his
thoughts.
“I agree. This is your chance for redemption,” Quinton pounded on the table. “Don’t let us down.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll do my best!” Chase nodded and looked anxious.
To be honest, he had been subordinate to the impostor for quite a few years and was charmed by the man’s personality.

Previously, his interest was extracting a live person’s heart. He would frequently study how to cut the chest open to ensure the
organ was kept in its ideal form.
However, after four years of working for the imposter, he was obliged to wear long sleeves and analyze poetry. He even
investigated how to spot a genuine antique merely by looking at it.
It had been long since his hands had been stained with blood. So long that he nearly believed he was educated.
According to Quinton, if he successfully lured the imposter, the only thing that awaited it was death.
Quinton was finally relieved and engaged in the delight of reconnecting with Renee after he was done dealing with the troubles
that had accumulated at Carmine Pawnshop over the years.
“What do you like to eat, Renee? I’ll cook you something. We should rejoice in our reunion as brother and sister.” He pulled up
his sleeves and inquired sweetly.
“How good are your cooking skills?”
She was a bit taken aback.
She had no idea the nasty and cold-blooded Night Demon could cook, and this was something he and the imposter shared in
common.