Chapter 46 Harlan Confronts Julius 

Chapter 46 Harlan Confronts Julius. 

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Just as Quinn opened her mouth to respond, a voice called out from behind her. “Looks like I showed up just in time. If you want to take a shot at me, be my guest. But if you’re dreaming of keeping Quinnie by your side… forget it.” 

The voice froze Quinn in place. 

Slowly, she turned, and there he was, Harlan, standing calmly in the center of the shooting range. 

She widened her eyes. What’s he doing here? 

Within moments, he had already crossed over to her side. “Quinnie, Laura told me you were here, so I came to see you. Did you return the clothes?” 

“Yes… I did,” Quinn replied softly, already piecing together that Laura must’ve tipped him off. 

“Let’s go,” Harlan said, reaching out to gently unclasp Quinn’s hand from Julius‘ collar. His gaze locked onto Julius’s, sharp and unflinching. “If you really think you can mess with me, Mr. Whitethorn, and treat me like some toy to pass the time, then go ahead. Give it your best shot.” 

Julius’s brow furrowed, but it wasn’t the words that unsettled him; it was the sight of their joined hands. 

It struck him with the same force as that day at the hospital entrance when he saw Harlan holding Quinn tightly in his arms, as if he’d never let go. 

“In this world, nothing stays certain. One moment you’re the hunter, and the next, you’re the prey.” With that, he took Quinn’s hand and walked away without so much as a backward glance. 

In Jexburgh, few dared to challenge Julius Whitethorn. 

Julius’s voice rang out suddenly. “Mr. Wooley, do you think I could ever be prey?” 

Fabian froze for a beat before replying, “Impossible, sir.” 

No one has guts to think of Mr. Whitethorn as prey. Even if Mr. Ingram is known as Jexburgh’s little tyrant, he’s still not on Mr. Whitethorn’s level. 

“But in this world, there’s always an exception,” Julius murmured, his eyes drifting to the gun Quinn had used earlier. “If one day I really do become the prey… who do you think the hunter would be?” 

Fabian hesitated. Who could, and who would dare hunt Mr. Whitethorn? 

Meanwhile, outside the shooting range, Quinn walked alongside Harlan. A light breeze brushed past as she glanced at him and asked, “Aren’t you worried Julius might actually come after you after what vou said?” 

Harlan’s expression remained composed. “I said what I meant. Why would I be afraid?” 

“But Julius isn’t like most people,” she said quietly. “No matter how capable you are, he…” 

“Quinnie, do you really think I’m that incapable?” Harlan asked, his voice calm but firm. “I’m not the same reckless kid who used to charge around the military camp anymore. If Julius really wants to come after me, he’d better be ready for mutual destruction.” 

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Chapter 46 Harlan Confronts Julius 

Seeing the quiet confidence in Harlan’s eyes, Quinn didn’t respond right away. 

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After all, what had already happened couldn’t be changed. When the time came, they would just have to– face it one step at a time. 

Harlan added, “Besides, you stood up for me just now. You grabbed Julius by the collar and all. That was pretty fierce. Weren’t you scared?” 

“Me?” Quinn let out a dry laugh. “This whole mess started because of me anyway. And besides… Harlan, you and I are different. You have your parents, a big family who loves and worries about you. If something happened to you, a lot of people would be devastated. But me? I’m alone. If something were to happen to me… well…” 

Before she could finish, he cut her off. 

“What, Quinnie, do you really think no one would care if something happened to you?” Harlan tightened his grip on her hand. “If anything ever did, I can’t speak for anyone else, but I’d tear through hell and high water, even stake my life, to avenge you.” 

She looked at the man who used to be just a boy following her around in the military camp, someone who once needed her protection like a little brother. But now, the innocence of youth had faded from his face, replaced by calm conviction and unwavering strength. 

And in that moment, as she looked into his eyes, she knew that he meant every word. 

“I… I’m not that easy to take down,” she said, her voice low and slightly hoarse. “Have you forgotten what I’m capable of?” 

Harlan let out a soft laugh. “That’s true. And don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to you.” 

Once they got into the car, Harlan asked, “Would it be all right if I visited your parents‘ resting place?” 

Quinn was momentarily taken aback, only to hear him add, “If I had known you were going to collect their ashes, I would’ve gone with you. No matter what.” 

Her eyes grew red, touched by his sincerity. “Just hearing you say that is more than enough. They haven’t been buried yet. I’ve placed their ashes at the funeral parlor for now.” 

Without another word, Harlan started the car and headed straight to the funeral parlor. 

When they arrived, Quinn led him to the place where her parents‘ ashes were stored. She stood silently before the sandalwood box. Draped across the top was the national flag. 

That flag was what her parents had vowed to protect, even at the cost of their lives. 

Quinn pressed her palms together/bowing her head in silent respect. In just a few days, she would return to her hometown, where she planned to lay them to rest in the Hero’s Memorial Garden. 

Dad, Mom… just give me a few more days, Quinn silently said in her heart. 

When she opened her eyes, she turned to see Harlan bowing deeply before her parents‘ ashes. His posture was solemn, his voice steady as he spoke. “Mr. and Mrs. Bridger, please rest assured. I will take care of Quinn. I won’t let her be hurt again.”