Quentin’s eyes narrowed at the photos scattered on the floor, and his pupils darkened instantly.
These were photos of Charlotte enjoying her time, lying on a bed in the dungeon of Quinn Mansion.
According to the angle of the photos, it was all taken in the dungeon and right at Charlotte. None of
Joshua’s or Luke’s men could sneak into such a secret place in the mansion.
This could only mean one thing: Joshua or Luke’s men had infiltrated the mansion, and they had a
mole in the building!
With that thought in mind, Quentin smiled and squatted, picking up the photos one at a time.
” Where did Mr. Jones get these photos?” Luke sneered and glanced at Quentin.
“Why? Are you hoping that I could help you to eradicate the threat in your mansion?”
Quentin laughed.
“Of course not. It’s just that…” He chuckled once more.
“It’s just that these photos are fake and have been edited.”
Quentin then turned and sat on the sofa, elegantly and proudly, as he slowly went through each photo.
His expression only grew haughtier as he flipped through the photos; he looked like he could care less.
“I never thought Mr. Jones and Mr. Lynch would believe in such poorly edited photos. I thought the
three of you are the best young talents in Merchant City with sharp and calm judgment, but I stand
corrected.”
His gaze became ruthless as his timber dropped when he declared, “First of all, there are no beds nor
recreational facilities in the dungeon in this mansion. The dungeon is used to lock up traitors and a
place for members of the Quinn family to reflect on themselves. It won’t serve its purpose if it was
decorated like this.”
Pointing at Charlotte’s image in one photo, he smilingly added, “Secondly, isn’t this woman Mr. Landry’s
ex-fiancee? Although we used to be close with the Landry family, ever since Heather passed away and
Malcolm was kicked out of the Landry family, we’ve cut all ties with the Landry family.
“Since there is no association between me and Mr. Landry, why would I want to keep his fiancee here?”
Finished with his answer, Quentin placed the stack of photos on the table as he goaded, “As for this
woman, Charlotte? I have heard something about her before. I heard that she just killed her best friend
yesterday, every police team in the city is looking for her. However…”
He turned to look at Jim and said coldly, “Why do all of you need to go through all the trouble here if
you want to look for that woman? Mr. Landry is a person who values feeling and emotion. Maybe he’s
the one hiding his fiancee?”
The look on Quentin’s face cracked Jim up.
Jim sneered and replied, “Yes, I’ve had a close relationship with Charlotte before, but everything came
to an end yesterday. Mr. Simms, the reason why we’re here is that we have enough evidence to prove
that Charlotte is here. You don’t have to look for an excuse or reason to divert our attention.”
Quentin smiled.
“I was just making a reasonable assumption. You don’t have to get so worked up, Mr. Landry.”
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