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Chapter 162 Come Out Now 

Quinn felt her throat tighten, and her cheeks turned a little red. What does he mean by ‘other parts of his body‘? Does he know how suggestive his words are? 

Julius quickly finished peeling the apple and handed it to Quinn. 

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Quinn took it with the hand that wasn’t injured. 

“By the way, how’s Mr. Wooley doing?” 

“Nothing serious. Just needs some rest.” 

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Quinn breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Also…” Julius hesitated. “Don’t protect me like that again.” 

“What do you mean?” she asked, holding the apple halfway to her mouth. 

“I don’t want to see you hurt again,” he said, his eyes filled with guilt as he looked at the white bandage on her right arm. 

“But I’m supposed to protect you,” Quinn said. “Besides, it’s just a small injury. It’ll heal quickly.” 

“Even a small injury is not okay!” Julius said firmly. “From now on, you don’t need to protect me. I’ll tell the military myself.” 

Quinn didn’t expect him to be so serious about this. 

“But what about your safety…” 

“I’ll take care of it. And… it will be settled right away.” 

That night, after taking her medicine, Quinn fell asleep quickly. 

Julius quietly watched her face as she slept, his eyes soft and full of care. He gently moved a strand of hair from her cheek. 

Then, he turned and left the room. 

Outside, two rows of bodyguards stood waiting. 

“Make sure Ms. Bridger stays safe. If anything happens to her, you’ll be held responsible!” Julius warned. 

“Yes, sir!” the bodyguards replied. 

Only then did Julius walk to the elevator. 

The kindness in his eyes turned into cold fury. 

That same night, all the members of the Whitethorn family’s side branches who had wanted the position of family head met disaster. 

Some lost all their wealth overnight and had to flee. 

At Whitethorn Manor, people who had been unhappy about Julius being the family head were now on 

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their knees in front of him, begging. 

“This has nothing to do with us. We don’t know anything about it!” 

“You don’t know anything? Not even about the attempt on my life?” As Julius spoke, he threw a pile of documents at them. These were proof of their talks and payments to the assassins. “I took care of the remaining assassins before I got here.” 

He hadn’t acted earlier because he simply didn’t care. 

Life or death didn’t matter to him. Back then, he thought if someone managed to kill him, maybe that was fine. 

But now, things had changed. He wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt Quinn. 

Because of her, he began to care about living. 

He wanted to live longer, to stay by Quinn’s side until they both grew old. 

The people looked at the documents, then at Julius. Their faces turned pale. They knew it was useless to fight back. 

“Are you going to come out now?” Julius said to a dark corner. 

He knew the people in front of him weren’t the ones behind all this. 

“Haha, I thought you’d play along a bit longer.” Joaquin emerged from the shadows, laughing. 

Seeing his father’s smile made Julius feel sick. 

“Do you really not want me to become the head of the Whitethorn family?” 

He had suspected it for a while now. His own father was actually after his life. 

“Indeed, I don’t. But as my only son, you are bound to become the family head. I just gave you some challenges, to see if you could hold on to that position.” 

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll hand you over to the military? The Whitethorn family has connections with them. If something happens to me, the project will be affected. Do you think the military won’t hold you responsible?” 

Joaquin chuckled confidently. “I didn’t hire any assassins to kill you. Can you prove I did?” 

Julius pressed his lips together. Joaquin had been very careful. There was no solid proof to catch him. 

“You never cared about any of this before. Is it because of that girl, Quinn?” Joaquin asked suddenly. “She got hurt for you, and now you want to end all this?”