Charming Mommy Of Adorable Triplets Chapter 389


    The lights in the room were turned on.


    The man narrowed his eyes and stared fixedly at Quincy, who came in with aptop.


    “… I won’t give you sh*t.” Even though he was starving and could no longer bear the hunger, he still


    held on to his promise.


    Quincy replied, “I didn’te here to get any information out of you.”


    The man was stunned, but he was so exhausted that he did not want to talk more.


    Quincy pulled a chair over, sat down, and ced a bottle of mineral water that he brought along by his


    feet. “It doesn’t matter if you want to disclose the information. After all, someone will speak up even if


    you don’t give us anything.”


    The man stared at the bottle of water, and his already pallid face tumedpletely bloodless. He felt


    like a fish that was about to die from thirst in a desert. His desire to get his hand on the water bottle


    was so intense that his throat hurt when he swallowed his saliva


    Quincy tumed on theptop and tumed the screen to him. “I wonder if this person shares the same


    backbone as you.”


    The man’s pupils constricted slightly as hepletely froze in ce.


    He’s your younger brother.” Quincy smiled and moved the bottle of mineral water to a position where


    the man could reach. “Mr. Goldmann has found out about him and intends to interrogate him.”


    The man was feeble and spoke with difficulty all of a sudden. “Consider me unlucky that I got caught by


    you. But please let him go, he’s being forced into doing this too. I can’t give the person up, he’ll die.”


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    Quincy smiled “Don’t worry, Mr. Goldmann won’t do anything to him, but I can’t say the same for that


    person already.”


    Quincy already knew very clearly deep down who that person was.


    The man fell into a trance, looking depressed. It was clear that he was in a panic.


    Quincy closed theptop lid and stood up. “Mr. Goldmann admires your character, but it’s unfortunate


    you’re working for the wrong person You have a partner named Stone, am I right?”


    A hint of surprise shed across his eyes. He had been under the impression that everything would be


    over as long as he kept his mouth shut ever since he got captured. Unexpectedly, they still found out


    about it.


    He could not hide anything anymore, so his dry lips moved. “Yes, Stone and I are both Ms. Summers’


    subordinates. He’s always been working for Ms. Summers and is very loyal to her. He brought me


    along and introduced me to Ms. Summers to work under her.”


    “You guys bought the woman from the Underground Freeway. Which of you has been contacting her all


    this while?”


    “It’s Stone and Ms. Summers.”


    Quincy continued to ask, “So, why did you have to kill the Winters?”


    He swallowed and replied, “It’s because Mr. Winters had seen Ms. Summers’ appearance the other


    day, and Ms. Summers was worried that Mr. Winters would reveal her identity. Ms. Summers wanted to


    keep their mouths shut, so she got us to lie to them, saying that we would send them back to their


    hometown. We would then create an ident on the way.”


    After asking all those questions that needed to be asked, the video recording that was disyed on the


    laptop’s screen was saved with the press of a key. Quincy then closed theptop lid and got up.


    The man stood up and pleaded with his dry voice, “Can you… let my brother go.”


    Quincy stopped moving forward and turned around to look at him. “It depends on what the police say. If


    you want to save his life, it’s best to advise him to get off the grid for a few years.”


    The man had noints. As a hired gun, he understood that he would lose his life at any time-going


    to jail could be considered an easier way out.


    Quincy exited the Summer Pavilion, got into the car, took out his cell phone, and called Nn. “Sir, he’s


    confessed. Everything’s ready.”


    Nn sat on the couch, buttoning his shirt. He then put his phone on the desk and turned on the


    loudspeaker, “Well, send someone to secretly keep an eye on the training camp and set in motion our


    trap as soon as the prey appears.”


    He looked back at Maisie, who was so tired and asleep, and stretched out his hand to brush away the


    messy strands of hair that


    were scattered on her face. The residual warmth on her cheeks had yet to subside, and she looked


    flushed and enchanting.