The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Quinton Everheart turned sullen as he once again cleverly avoided the subject.
“...”
Renee, too, had no desire to pursue it. She did not want to put any more pressure on Quinton, as she felt that he was already
under enough. Besides, no matter what, she would find a way to get to the bottom of the truth and find out what actually
happened herself anyway.
She swore that the Everheart family would be avenged!
It ended up being a dinner that was filled with warmth and happiness for Renee. Her heart was bursting with so much bliss and
joy that she was almost moved to tears a few times.
“I have a brother now! I actually have a brother!”
What a wonderful feeling it was to find that she had a close family member again! No longer was she duckweed floating
aimlessly without any roots to anchor it down.
“The Everheart Residence is in a sorry state right now,” she told Quinton, “but I’m determined to rebuild it, and when it’s done,
you and I, along with Adie and Abby, will move into the house and live together as a family.”
Renee raised her glass towards Quinton and excitedly ardently said, “Welcome home, brother!”
“Yes,” Quinton replied, also raising his glass, “I’m finally home. Soon, Beach City will belong to the Everheart family!”
By that point, tears had been streaming down Margaret’s cheeks. She wiped her tears with a tissue and said, “General
Everheart, Mr. Everheart, Madam... You’re seeing this too, aren’t you? God has been watching over us. Master Quinton is still
alive! Glory awaits the future of the Everheart family! All of you may rest in peace now...”
As the dinner was about to come to a close, Chase Cheever stood at the dining room door shuffling on his feet, looking as if he
was hesitant to say something.
Quinton had long noticed the man’s presence and so asked him in a vexed tone, “What are you doing standing at the door like a
clown?! What’s happening? Stop wasting time and give me the report!”
Chase entered the dining room with his head hung low. He was so nervous that his fists were balled tightly.

“Forgive me, boss. I’ve tried my best, but that impostor is too cunning. He didn’t take the bait, so I think I... I won’t be able to lure
him out.”
“Useless *ss!” Quinton hurled his wine glass violently at Chase’s head, looking disgruntled. “So your eyes aren’t the only
worthless part of your body. I think I should just scoop out your brain and feed it to the dogs!”
In the past, Chase Cheever had always been resolute and decisive, nothing at all like the timid and fumbling man that resembled
the feeble and sensitive poet he had become. Evidently, that impostor must have been so inept that he turned a slick jackal into
a lazy lapdog. What a pitiful waste of a rare talent!
Chase dropped to his knees with a loud thud in front of Quinton and once again placed himself in a perilous position right on the
cusp of a deadly storm.
“It’s all my fault, Boss! I fully admit to it. You may punish me however you see fit, so long as it calms your anger!”
But Renee merely sipped her wine nonchalantly and asked Chase in a meaningful tone, “Were you really unable to lure him out,
Chase? Or were you just unwilling?”
“...”
Chase fell silent and made no effort to refute Renee.
She was right, he could have lured the impostor out if he wanted to, but he was simply reluctant. He had developed an
attachment to the impostor in the last four years, and even if he was not the real Mr. Q, his talents and capabilities were definitely
real, so how could he have the heart to lure him out to die?