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Chapter 667 Call From Quinn " The day before Julius confronted his father ... I tied it around his wrist . He didn't know it wasn't just a hair tie . It was also a tracking beacon ," Quinn said , her words arriving in broken waves . Fabian's ears rang as though someone had fired a gun beside him . " Are ... Are you truly Mrs. Whitethorn? " he breathed . " Yes , I'm Quinn Bridger . I survived . I need to reach Julius ," she said , every fragment of words stitched together with sheer will .

After a weighted pause , Fabian answered , " Forgive me , but until we verify your identity , I cannot connect you to Mr. Whitethorn . Tell me where you are . I will come in person . " Quinn blinked , confused . " Why ? Why can't I speak to Julius ? Is something wrong with him ? " " Everything will be explained once I see you . Rest assured , Mr. Whitethorn is healthy and safe , " Fabian replied . A breath Quinn hadn't realized she was holding slipped out of her chest . No matter what else , Julius was alive - that was enough to steady her heart for now . " All right .

My friend will text you the coordinates ," she said . Moments later , Megan relayed the address over the line , crisp and precise . " We have trouble here . Please ... come quickly - and bring backup , " Quinn urged before the connection faded . Fabian's voice came through the speaker , low yet decisive . After a quick glance at the world map pinned to his office wall, he said , " I will assemble a team and get there within forty - eight hours . You have my word . " He lowered the phone . The screen went dark , but his pulse refused to calm .

A restless tide rolled beneath his calm exterior , refusing to settle . Is it real or nothing but smoke and mirrors ? If it is a trap , what do they gain ? Do they think I will not fly across the ocean to tear the disguise apart ? And why Kandria ? She vanished at sea . How did the current carry her to that restless country ? Uncertainties crowded his mind until they felt like iron weights hanging from each rib . 1/3 Chapter 667 Call From Quinn +30 Free Coins Fabian drew a steadying breath and pressed the familiar number . When the call connected , he spoke without preamble . " Mrs.

Whitethorn contacted me just now . " On the other end , Gavin was still half buried in the sheets after a night - long surgery . His voice slurred with exhaustion . " What Mrs. Whitethorn ? " " Quinn ," Fabian answered , letting the single name hang like a warning bell . The name sliced through Gavin's drowsiness . He shot upright , all traces of sleep gone as if adrenaline had flipped a hidden switch . " You are telling me Quinn called you ? Fabian , are you absolutely certain it was her ? " " Not entirely . The voice was raspy , nothing like Quinn's , and she claimed to be in Kandria .

" Gavin fell silent for a beat . " Besides that , how confident are you that it really is her ? " " About seventy percent . She knows the red cord around Mr. Whitethorn's wrist is actually a hair tie , and more importantly , that the cord hides a tracker . " " Are you flying over to get her ? " " Yes . I am drafting the travel list this morning . I will go myself and verify whether she is truly Mrs. Whitethorn . " " Then I am coming with you . " Gavin hesitated , rubbing a hand over his eyes . " And ... keep this from Julius .

If she is not real , and his hopes flare again , even hypnosis may not save him ." " Understood . Until I am certain , Mr. Whitethorn will hear nothing from me . " No one in the Whitethorn residence could predict how Julius would react if Quinn's name resurfaced . If a spark of hope was lit only to be snuffed out by a liar , the fallout might be worse than the despair that buried him five years ago . Fabian still remembered the madness that had devoured Julius back then . The mansion had shadow .

felt like a storm sheltering a wounded animal , teeth bared at every That memory was a nightmare none of them wished to revisit . Yet tonight , for the first time , the possibility of waking from it drifted in the air . A crisp female voice cut through his thoughts from behind . " Mr. Wooley , did I hear you say you intend to keep certain things secret ? " 2/3 Chapter 667 Call From Quinn +30 Free Coins Fabian turned . A woman in the latest haute - couture suit stood there , one manicured hand resting on the shoulder of a little girl whose wide eyes mirrored the woman's calculated poise .

In the Whitethorn residence , everyone knew Zara Lamont and her daughter Raina . Once an overlooked daughter of the Lamont family , Zara had become a pariah after an affair left her unmarried and pregnant . The scandal pushed her to the margins of her own household . Fortune shifted when Raina - once mocked as an illegitimate brat - was chosen to fill the void left by the daughter Julius never met . Overnight , mother and child ascended to a status that eclipsed half the Lamont clan .

Even the head of the Lamont household , whenever he set foot inside Whitethorn Manor , had to send word ahead and wait in an antechamber . Julius was not a man one simply stumbled upon ; days - sometimes weeks - could pass before the patriarch earned so much as a fleeting audience . Yet the woman the Lamonts had once overlooked now swept through those carved mahogany gates as though the estate were hers by birthright . Her little girl trotted beside her , their footsteps ringing through corridors reserved for blood heirs and titled dignitaries . " Mrs.

Lamont , you must understand - matters of the Whitethorn family do not fall within your remit ." Fabian delivered the line with a bow and a smile . Each syllable glinted like a velvet - lined blade . His courtesy carried the unmistakable chime of a warning bell , gently reminding her where invisible borders lay . Zara clenched her molars behind a practiced smile . He wants me to remember my place , as though I could ever forget . ADMINJ