The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love
Chapter 1542

Chapter 1542

The woman in the photo, sporting a short haircut and a stern expression, had a pair of eyes filled with venomous fierceness glaring at him.

Quentin's age-spotted hand began to tremble.

Flipping through the pages of the dossier, what Quentin saw was the life of a female assassin who had been groomed abroad since she was a child.

She started carrying out missions at the age of six, and by fourteen she had already become one of the best members of her organization. She then went on to serve Mrs. Khunban as her personal bodyguard, doing all her dirty work.

The next page listed the female assassin's targets and famous cases that had been the talk of the town among her peers.

"No way, you're trying to wreck my relationship with Nieya with a fake file! No way!" Quentin tossed the papers at Rosalynn.

The lightweight papers scattered in mid-air.

Rosalynn remained calm, not angered in the slightest.

"If a few sheets of paper aren't persuasive enough, then why don't I just have her come and tell you herself?" Rosalynn said, pulling out her phone and sending a voice message, "Bring her in." Quentin was shaking all over.

"Rosalynn, I really underestimated you!"

"Good to know you're aware." Rosalynn twirled a gemstone ring on her finger, answering nonchalantly.

Quentin was seething with anger, his chest aching, but the gruesome cases he'd just read kept replaying in his mind.

Being disemboweled, skilled at beheading, just reading these words made Quentin feel sick to his stomach.

Footsteps could be heard from outside.

Quentin immediately turned towards the door.

Soon enough, Ableson and Felix walked in with a woman who was bound and gagged.

Quentin recognized her right away. Wasn't this his gentle and capable girlfriend Nieya? "Nieya!"

Quentin cried out in shock.

He wanted to rush over to her, but the bloody methods of death from the dossier flashed in his mind.

Ableson and Felix both looked serious.

After he yelled out, Quentin made no further moves.

Ableson ripped the tape off Nieya's mouth.

Nieya's hands were tied behind her back, her feet bound with hemp rope. There was no chance for her to struggle.

"Cinboa, I've heard so much about you. You're even more beautiful than I imagined," Rosalynn said, addressing Nieya with her assassin's

name.

That's right, Cinboa.

"If your security had been a bit weaker, we could have met sooner, Ms. Tesdal!" Cinboa stared at Rosalynn like a python eyeing its prey.

"I'm sorry that my strength has disappointed you," Rosalynn replied, tilting her head slightly. "I just heard Quentin say you're carrying his child?"

At the mention of a child, Quentin snapped back to reality.

He immediately rushed to Cinboa's side, blocking Rosalynn's view. "You're way out of line! I've told you Nieya has nothing to do with all this. If you have a problem, take it up with me!"