Rebirth Of The Forgotten Heiress - Chapter 66: Chapter 66

Yasin's words were downright provocative. He was clearly looking for a fight.
Chancey sat up straight, lips pressed tightly together. "Mr. James."
"Yeah?" Yasin stared at Chancey.
"Sometimes I wonder if Quinlyn is getting too close to you, Mr. James. After all, you two have way too much in common." Both of them were like porcupines, prickly all over, and even the way they talked was strikingly similar.
Every word was a deliberate jab, making it clear neither intended to have a civil conversation or cared the slightest about anyone else's feelings.
Realizing the conversation had broken down completely, Chancey didn't waste another word. He stood up at once and turned to leave.
Yasin suddenly sat up straight, his tone sharp. "Hand it over."
"I've told you, this is about Quinlyn's privacy."
Yasin smirked. "Well then, your other sister, Yalena, might soon have some dirty little secrets of her own exposed."
Everyone had their Achilles' heel. For Chancey, that was Yalena. The moment her name came up, his aristocratic poise vanished, and his face darkened in an instant. "Don't you dare."
Yasin didn't even flinch. In a good mood, he pulled out his phone and cheerfully ordered another stack of test papers. "Care to test me? I'm game—but do you have the guts, Mr. Guzman?"
As Yasin finished speaking, Chancey lunged at him, a gust of force in his wake.
Fighting was the last thing Yasin feared, especially against these privileged, rich boys. He sprang up, seized Chancey's elbow, and twisted it back hard, the sickening crack of joints creaking in the air. If he wanted, he could've easily dislocated Chancey's arm.
But he remembered Quinlyn's words. With a derisive snort, he let go.
Yasin had backed off, but Chancey wasn't finished. As soon as Yasin stood up, Chancey whirled around and landed a crushing punch right on his jaw.
Chancey trained regularly at home. Years of effort had given him well-toned muscles, and with all that pent-up anger behind the punch, one could imagine just how hard it hit.
Yasin instantly tasted blood in his mouth. He didn't spit it out; instead, he licked the sore spot, a hint of red flickering in his eyes. Straightening up and rolling his neck, he suddenly looked more alive. "Now that's a real man's punch."
On his face, there seemed to be a twisted grin. It felt like that punch had finally cracked open the gloom inside him.
After landing that punch, Chancey immediately felt a pang of regret. He'd seen how close Quinlyn was to Yasin. If she found out, with her temperamental nature, she might cause a scene. So he decided to pull back.
But Yasin wasn't having it. 'Get punched and just take it?' he thought. 'Well... yeah.' If he fought back, Chancey would be the one leaving in an ambulance.
Ten minutes later, Yasin, his mouth full of blood, went to the hospital for stitches. Meanwhile, Chancey walked away unscathed.
Yasin sat there, stitches in his lip, spitting out blood. The red in his eyes hadn't faded. In fact, it now held a helpless grievance.
"Young man, don't be so impulsive out there. If something happens, call the cops," the kind doctor advised gently.
"Yeah," he muttered.
The doctor sighed, "If you can't win, just stay out of trouble."
Yasin couldn't even get a word out this time. He gritted his teeth in frustration. He snatched the phone and texted Chancey.
[If I don't see what I want within ten minutes, I'll personally deliver Yalena's to some very interested club owners.] After a moment, he added, [I'm not here to exchange insults. Don't test my patience.]
Chancey frowned at his phone, easily picturing just how furious Yasin must be on the other end. The memory of being pinned against the wall by the throat still lingered.
Yasin's overwhelming strength meant that, with a single punch, he could have decided whether Chancey lived or died. But Yasin had stopped; his expression said it all. A man who finally had the chance to fight, yet chose to hold back.
As for the reason, Chancey had a pretty good idea. He paused to think before extracting the surveillance footage. But when he reached the part where Quinlyn was lying alone on the bed, he hesitated.
If Chancey sent this out, based on his brief encounters with Yasin, he was sure that Yasin would go ballistic. It wouldn't do the Guzman family any good.
After some deliberation, he edited the footage, keeping only the segment where Quinlyn confronted Yarden. He cut out the part showing her alone and hopeless. After editing the footage, Chancey split it into two files.
He sent the first one to Yasin. As for the second file, he quietly tucked it away in an obscure folder on his computer, making sure no one else would find it.
Though Chancey knew he'd done the right thing, it still didn't sit well with him. It took him a while to relax. He let out a soundless sigh into the empty air, realizing his attitude toward his sister Quinlyn was quietly shifting in his heart.
Yasin opened the video right away and watched everything from last night. He saw the dagger pressed to Yarden's throat, but it didn't go any further.
"No backbone," he'd said that morning. Now, he couldn't bring himself to say it again. He thought she'd made the right call. It was not worth ruining herself over some piece of trash. Quinlyn was smart and decisive. She knew exactly what she wanted.
Yasin replayed the footage several times, only letting his temper cool after making sure Quinlyn hadn't suffered. Still, something just felt off.
Chancey soon received another message from Yasin. [That's it? Where's the rest?]
He hadn't expected Yasin to catch on so quickly. For the first time in his life, Chancey told a real lie. He replied, [That's all there is. Nothing after that.]
Though puzzled, Yasin never suspected that Chancey might be holding back part of the footage, so he let it go. He rewatched the video several times, thinking, 'Quinlyn's technique is still a bit clumsy. Better sign her up for more classes. The more, the better.'
He immediately instructed Timothy, who was still being punished, to take care of it.
Timothy thought to himself, 'Does Mr. Guzman binge those 'tiger parenting' dramas? He's basically starring in his own show—'How to Drive Your Kid Crazy with Extra Classes.'
After shifting his focus from Quinlyn, Yasin shifted his gaze to Yarden in the video. He had force-fed him a full course of meds. He rubbed his chin, contemplating what other 'delights' he could devise to make Yarden's life even more interesting.
Two hours later, Yasin showed up with his new driver to pick Quinlyn up after class.
The moment they arrived, Quinlyn trudged out like all her life had been sucked out of her. That look lingered until she caught sight of the swelling on Yasin's jaw. Instantly, her eyes sharpened. "Who the hell hit you?"