Chapter: 1243
Quinton had prepared a variety of delicious foods on the circular table.
He sat on the main seat, momentarily checking his watch as his frustration gradually increased with the waiting.
�Could it be that she dislikes me and made up an excuse to run away?� he pondered.
�Men, go and see if my sister is back. If she hasn�t returned, think of a means to get her back to me quickly!� His face was tense as he commanded his subordinate.
He was wearing his famous black and white face mask. Even so, it couldn�t hide his perfectly outlined lips and jawline.
Even though he grew up in a small fishing village, Quinton had a charming face that people around him admired.
It wasn�t an exaggeration to claim that if he hadn�t founded Carmine Pawnshop, he could still earn handsomely with his face and wouldn�t have had to worry about running out of money for the rest of his life.
However, it was a shame that his lovely face had been ruined. The twisted scar extended from the corner of his left eye to the corner of his right lip. It was like a mark of his trangressions, burning away the last bit of good he had in his heart.
Renee was his only hope for redemption, so he was understandably concerned about her.
When his subordinates went through the door and saw Renee with an older lady, they breathed a sigh of relief.
�Miss Everheart, you�ve returned. The boss is about to cause carnage if you hadn�t!�
�Carnage?�
Renee thought it was amusing, unable to connect the image of Quinton in an apron to the word carnage. �Is he that dramatic?� she asked, laughing.
�We can�t say for sure, Miss Everheart. You�ll realize it in the future. Please hurry to the restaurant!�
�Margaret, mind your step,� Renee warned as she proceeded to the restaurant.
Margaret followed Renee carefully, and her ideals about how she saw the world reiterated themselves many times along the road.
"What is this place, Miss Ren? Why is everything so chaotic? Everyone here appears to be frightening. Is this a dangerous place?" She delicately inquired, pulling on the corner of Renee's clothing.
"Margaret, relax a little. It is very chaotic here. Out of all the places in Beach City, this is the most dangerous, as there are no boundaries. But don't worry because someone is looking after us, and no one will attempt to hurt us."
"Taking care of us?"
As Margaret was lost in confusion, Renee pushed open the double-carved log door of the restaurant and walked in with a smile. JrNovels.com
He sat on the main seat, momentarily checking his watch as his frustration gradually increased with the waiting.
�Could it be that she dislikes me and made up an excuse to run away?� he pondered.
�Men, go and see if my sister is back. If she hasn�t returned, think of a means to get her back to me quickly!� His face was tense as he commanded his subordinate.
He was wearing his famous black and white face mask. Even so, it couldn�t hide his perfectly outlined lips and jawline.
Even though he grew up in a small fishing village, Quinton had a charming face that people around him admired.
It wasn�t an exaggeration to claim that if he hadn�t founded Carmine Pawnshop, he could still earn handsomely with his face and wouldn�t have had to worry about running out of money for the rest of his life.
However, it was a shame that his lovely face had been ruined. The twisted scar extended from the corner of his left eye to the corner of his right lip. It was like a mark of his trangressions, burning away the last bit of good he had in his heart.
Renee was his only hope for redemption, so he was understandably concerned about her.
When his subordinates went through the door and saw Renee with an older lady, they breathed a sigh of relief.
�Miss Everheart, you�ve returned. The boss is about to cause carnage if you hadn�t!�
�Carnage?�
Renee thought it was amusing, unable to connect the image of Quinton in an apron to the word carnage. �Is he that dramatic?� she asked, laughing.
�We can�t say for sure, Miss Everheart. You�ll realize it in the future. Please hurry to the restaurant!�
�Margaret, mind your step,� Renee warned as she proceeded to the restaurant.
Margaret followed Renee carefully, and her ideals about how she saw the world reiterated themselves many times along the road.
"What is this place, Miss Ren? Why is everything so chaotic? Everyone here appears to be frightening. Is this a dangerous place?" She delicately inquired, pulling on the corner of Renee's clothing.
"Margaret, relax a little. It is very chaotic here. Out of all the places in Beach City, this is the most dangerous, as there are no boundaries. But don't worry because someone is looking after us, and no one will attempt to hurt us."
"Taking care of us?"
As Margaret was lost in confusion, Renee pushed open the double-carved log door of the restaurant and walked in with a smile. JrNovels.com
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