�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?�

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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?

"This bastard is clearly a traitor! How could you still plead for me to let him go, my silly sister?"

Quinton slammed the table furiously and shouted an order to his men outside, "Get in here! Drag this turncoat out and feed him to the fish! I don't ever want to see him again!"

"Calm down, Quinton! Why are you screaming for blood all of a sudden?"

Renee sighed helplessly. She was completely unaccustomed to the cruel and vicious side of her brother, having only known him as a gentle and polite man. But then she thought of the arduous life he must have had to suffer through since he was a child, and the violent outburst failed to anger her. Instead, she just felt sorry for him.

In this situation, the only thing she could do as his sister was to tolerate and try to understand him. Later, at a more suitable time, she would be his "tranquilizer" and try to keep him under control.

"Actually," she said, "I think the fact that Chase is unwilling to lure out the impostor proves the strength of his character. It shows that he isn't just an emotionless and unthinking robot who can only follow orders. This is the type of person that we must treasure, Quinton."

As she spoke, she walked up to Chase and assured him, "Don't worry, Chase. I can promise you that even if we do manage to catch the impostor, we won't take his life. All we really want from him is life. All we really want from him is an explanation.."

"An explanation?" Asked Chase as he stared at Renee with a puzzled expression.

"Exactly. That man not only owes Carmine Pawnshop an explanation, but he also owes me one. I have to know who he really is and why he played with my feelings by disappearing without a trace on the day that we were supposed to get married."

This mystery had been plaguing Renee's mind ever since it happened. She was convinced that it would haunt her for the bottom of the matter.

"Mis Everheart," said Chase in an earnest voice, "I can't promise you anything else, but I can confidently promise you that the impostor's feelings for you were genuine. He was a proud man who hated everything tedious and troublesome, but he worked very hard to learn how to cook just to leave a good impression. From a man who's never stepped into the kitchen before, he transformed into the perfect househusband just because of you. He couldn't have possibly done it if he didn't love you ardently!"

Chase had the most contact with the impostor Me. Q in the past four years. The man's whereabouts had always been mysterious and uncertain most of the time, and he would only pass his orders down to Chase via phone. At times, Chase only saw him once a year. Yet ever since Renee barged into Carmine Pawnshop, he would show up every few days, almost turning the establishment into his own home. JrNovels.com