Chapter 200 Pledge Of Devotion 

“Because I like him, so I’m dating him. As for what’s good about him—well, he treats me very well,” Quinn said after thinking it over. 

“Then I can treat you—” 

Harlan’s words were cut short by Julius. 

“Why stand at the gate? Let’s go inside and talk.” Julius’s tone was smooth. “Strictly speaking, Harlan, you’re Quinn’s little brother, so if you like, you could call me brother–in–law.” 

“Ahem!” Quinn coughed twice and shot him a speechless look. Brother–in–law? How’d he come up with 

that? 

Harlan glared at Julius. “Aren’t you in a hurry? You two aren’t married yet. Besides, who can predict the future? Something you like today might not appeal to you tomorrow.” 

“But I know Quinn won’t change. What she wants is mutual devotion, never leaving, never forsaking. If I stay, she won’t leave–right, Quinn?” While he spoke, Julius lifted their still–interlaced hands and pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. 

Harlan ground his teeth so hard he nearly cracked them. 

Quinn’s cheeks turned a faint rose as she pulled her hand back. “All right, enough–let’s head inside.” 

The three of them walked into the mansion. Quinn was about to brew some coffee for Harlan when Julius caught her wrist and said, “Let me handle the coffee.” 

Quinn considered it and agreed–after all, Julius’s coffee–making skills far surpassed her own. 

Moving with unhurried grace, Julius prepared the coffee while watching Harlan. “Mr. Ingram drops in without warning, and Quinnie and I haven’t prepared anything special. May I ask when you plan to return to Jexburgh?” 

Each time Julius sweetly called her “Quinnie,” the sound jabbed at Harlan until a vein pulsed on his forehead. 

If Quinn hadn’t been present, the little warlord would probably have flipped the entire coffee table by now. 

“Quinnie, when are you heading back to Jexburgh?” Harlan countered instead of answering. 

“Me?” Quinn blinked. “I’ll return once the demolition paperwork for the old Bridger residence is finalized.” 

Her parents were already buried, and their remaining estate matters were nearly settled. When the ownership of the house slated for demolition officially transferred to her, it would be time to go back to Jexburgh. 

“Perfect. I’ll head to Jexburgh with you,” Harlan said with a slight smile. 

Julius’s brows knit together. 

Quinn asked, “Then why did you come to Yarburn?” 

“To see you, of course,” Harlan replied. “My business in Jexburgh is wrapped up, and I suddenly have free time. You once promised that if I ever had a break, you’d give me a proper tour of Yarburn. Since you’re 

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here too, I hope you won’t refuse.” 

“Of course I won’t,” Quinn said. Back when she’d still been in the military, she’d chatted with Harlan about her hometown and promised to show him around if the chance arose. 

“Then I’ll wait for my personal tour guide,” Harlan said with a bright smile. 

“Deal,” Quinn replied. 

Suddenly remembering something, she turned to Harlan. “Oh, the umbrella you lent me last time–you’re here today, so I’ll go upstairs and fetch it for you.” 

With that, Quinn hurried up the stairs. 

The vast living room now held only Julius and Harlan. 

Julius finished brewing the coffee and slid a cup toward Harlan. “Please, Harlan.” 

Harlan glared back icily. “Julius, whatever tricks you used to make her date you, you don’t deserve her. You and she were never meant to walk the same road!” 

Julius’s phoenix–shaped eyes darkened; mockery curled across his lips. “Whether I deserve her or share her path isn’t for you to decide. Quinn is in love with me now, and the man who will grow old beside her will also be me.” 

“In your dreams!” Harlan shot to his feet, leaned over the table, and yanked Julius by the collar, eyes blazing. 

“What, ready to throw punches, Harlan?” Julius arched a brow. “Jealous that Quinn’s dating me? To her, you’ll always be a little brother. From the first day you called her ‘sis,‘ your fate was sealed.” 

“You—” Harlan’s gaze grew even more menacing; he let out a cold, furious laugh. “Julius, you sabotaged my mother’s law firm just to force me back to deal with the fallout, clearing the way for you to manipulate Quinn. If she knew how low you’d sink, what do you think she’d feel?” 

As he spoke, Harlan’s eyes slid past Julius and fixed on Quinn, who had just stepped onto the landing. 

He raised his voice–loud enough for her to hear every word. 

Realizing what was happening, Julius whipped around and followed Harlan’s gaze toward the stairs… 

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