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Chapter 93 A Monster 

Chapter 93 A Monster 

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Murren kept standing by Quinn’s side, as if he was making a statement to everyone that even though her parents were gone, she was still part of the Bridger family and was supported by them. 

Seeing the situation, the younger generation of the Bridger family naturally had their own schemes in mind. 

“Quinn seems to be quite the big deal. So many officials were surrounding her, and even Great–grandpa was backing her up. Not to mention, even Julius showed up at the funeral today.” 

“Exactly. I heard that apart from his own family’s funerals, Julius never attended anyone else’s.” 

“Could it be that Julius has taken a liking to Quinn? But what about Marley?” 

“Marley? Oh, her. She’s only gotten this far by exploiting the Whitethorn family’s guilt toward her. She should’ve known that a man like Julius wouldn’t be interested in someone whose one eye was practically disabled.” 

“Once Marley lost the support of Julius, I bet she and her useless father will probably get kicked out of Bridger Group.” 

Outside the restroom, Marley overheard the chatter of her relatives about her, her nails digging deep into the palm of her hand. 

With a stern expression, she walked straight into the restroom. 

The restroom suddenly fell into a hush. The members of the Bridger family, who had previously been engrossed in their discussion, all quieted down, casting uneasy glances toward Marley. 

Marley looked at the people before her. Those were the same peers who usually tried to curry favor with her within the family. They complimented her to her face, but behind her back, they spoke of her quite differently. 

She walked straight up to one of them, a woman named Misha Bridger. Without hesitation, she roughly gripped the other’s chin with one hand. Her menacing gaze, magnified by her glasses, bore into the woman’s face. 

Among those people, Misha was the one who spoke with the most enthusiasm earlier. 

“You think I’m arrogant, do you? That I’m disabled?” Marley grinned sinisterly. “How about I blind one of your eyes right now and make you the same as me? Then, we’ll see if anything will happen to me and whether Julius will protect me.” 

As she spoke, she aimed her finger at Misha’s eye. 

“Ah! No! I was wrong, Marley, Please… forgive me. I misspoke. How could I ever compare Quinn to you?” Misha pleaded repeatedly. 

The other members of the Bridger family, of the same generation, didn’t dare to utter a word either. 

After all, no one really knew what the relationship between Quinn and Julius was. 

However, everyone knew what the relationship was between Marley and Julius. 

Marley, with a look of disdain, stared at Misha. Her nails scraped across Misha’s face, leaving a few bloody 

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might lose an eye when you least expect it!” 

Misha was terrified, and she kept nodding in agreement. 

Marley walked out of the restroom with a gloomy look. She was painfully aware, more than anyone else, that her standing in the Bridger family was solely due to her association with Julius. 

Therefore, she couldn’t bear to lose Julius even more! 

Her eye was ruined by Julius, so as long as she could intensify the guilt he felt for her, then surely he would stay with her. At least, that was what she believed. 

Suddenly, she halted in her tracks, simply because she spotted Julius and Quinn standing not too far away. 

The two of them appeared to be engaged in a conversation. Julius‘ gaze rested on Quinn, and although it seemed calm, there was a hint of gentleness in it. 

Marley was surprised as she had never seen Julius look at another woman with such an expression. Could it be that he truly has feelings for Quinn? 

Suddenly, Julius reached out toward Quinn. 

In the next moment, Quinn abruptly grabbed his hand. “What are you doing?” 

“I just wanted to wipe away the tear stains on your face,” said Julius. 

Quinn was taken aback, noticing that Julius was holding a handkerchief. 

“Sorry.” She let go of his hand. “I can do it myself.” 

“All right then,” he said, opening his palm wide. A light green handkerchief lay quietly nestled in his hand. 

Originally, Quinn wanted to wipe away her tear streaks with a tissue and let it be. However, she didn’t have any tissue on her, and to make matters worse, Julius blatantly held out a handkerchief for her. 

She could only awkwardly accept the handkerchief, using it to wipe away the tear streaks on her face. 

“Why are you crying?” Julius’s voice echoed in her ears. “Is it because they are your parents?” 

“Isn’t that reason enough?” she retorted. 

His gaze dropped slightly. “When my mother died, I didn’t shed a single tear. Even though she was the one who gave birth to me, I couldn’t cry. Back then, some people called me cold–blooded, others said I was a monster. What about you? Do you think I’m a cold–blooded monster, too?”