Rebirth Of The Forgotten Heiress - Chapter 77: Chapter 77

Yasin said, "With Yarden in that condition, do you think she just wants to exchange a few words with you?"
Quinlyn was about to speak when she suddenly paused and turned to Yasin. "Wait, how do you know what happened to Yarden? I never told you about that."
Yasin was completely unfazed and replied calmly, "He was talking to me right before he wet himself."
Now she pretty much understood what had happened to Yarden. Quinlyn demanded, "What did you do to him?"
"Nothing much. Just talked to him," Yasin replied, his expression grim and his voice utterly flat. Quinlyn felt her doubts spiraling.
"That time on the island... Well, back then..." Yasin just grunted in response, turned to rummage behind him for a moment, and then pulled out something handy. "This'll take effect in three seconds," he said.
Quinlyn stared at the syringe needle, dumbfounded. "What's this?"
"Anesthetic."
Quinlyn was too shocked to speak.
"One dose can take down a 220-pound target. Just jab it in firmly—make sure the whole thing goes in, okay?" Yasin said coolly.
Honestly, before Yasin said anything, Quinlyn was completely calm, thinking to herself, 'Getting out of the car for a confrontation? Please, it's my specialty.' But when Yasin whipped that thing out, Quinlyn couldn't help but think, 'Okay, now I'm kind of nervous.'
Seeing Quinlyn hesitate, Yasin misunderstood her doubt and casually pulled out another syringe. "If you want to be extra sure, you can use two," he said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
Quinlyn thought, 'Wait, that's not even the issue. What kind of normal person keeps this stuff in their car? And he's got a whole stash, like he's running a wholesale business or something.'
Yasin looked completely at ease as he pushed open the car door. "Go get her."
The look he gave her was just like a proud dad watching his newly-grown cub head out on its first solo hunt—so full of hope and expectation that it made Quinlyn's skin crawl.
The next moment, Quinlyn found herself half-pushed out of the car. The car door slammed shut right in front of her. 'So heartless,' she cursed him in her mind.
The door slammed shut with a loud thud—enough to snap Beatrice's attention toward Quinlyn. The moment Beatrice spotted Quinlyn, her face twisted into a vicious snarl.
Quinlyn teased in her mind, 'Oh no, Instant hostility. No aggro needed.'
Beatrice immediately shrieked, "You little bitch!" and charged at Quinlyn like a raging bull, her face twisted with such venom it looked like she wanted to devour Quinlyn alive on the spot.
Quinlyn stole a glance at the car. The previously shut door was now ajar, but with the interior lights off and the car parked under the shade of a tree, she couldn't make out Yasin's features.
Still, she knew he was in there, muscles tensed, ready to spring into action at any moment—just like some overprotective dad. 'Alright then. Can't chicken out now,' she encouraged herself.
Just then, the Guzman residence's door swung open. Yalena stepped out, looking reluctant, only to freeze in shock the instant she saw what was happening outside.
Evelyn saw Yalena standing dumbstruck at the doorway and came over, only to freeze in shock too. It was like a domino effect—one after another. The entire Guzman family ended up crowding in the doorway.
Beatrice didn't even get a chance to fight—a single dart left her sprawled on the ground, struggling to lift her head and speak, "Look... Quinlyn is trying to kill me..." But only a couple of faint murmurs escaped before she slumped into unconsciousness.
Quinlyn stood there, crisp and immaculate, bathed in moonlight—there was something almost ethereal about her, as if she didn't quite belong to this chaotic scene.
Only then did Yalena finally snap out of her daze. She shouted at Quinlyn, "Quinlyn, what the hell have you done?"
Quinlyn rubbed her nose and replied nonchalantly, "What?"
"I don't know. I just got back and saw... your mom lying there on the ground. Not sure if she suddenly had some kind of medical episode or just dozed off. It looks like she's sleeping soundly."
Yalena gaped, momentarily speechless.
Quinlyn stretched and yawned. "Ugh, I'm beat. Seriously, no matter how tired you are, you can't just sleep on the doorstep." With that, she turned and strode past the stunned crowd, heading straight inside to crash.
Everyone just stood there, stunned into silence, not knowing what to say. Only Yalena saw everything. The moment Quinlyn got close to Beatrice, Beatrice dropped like a sack of potatoes—and Quinlyn looked straight at her.
Yalena thought, 'Quinlyn was deliberately provoking me. Beatrice is practically on my side. Quinlyn did this right in front of me—it was intentional.'
Quinlyn, however, didn't mean to do that. She'd simply noticed Yalena suddenly appeared, and unconsciously looked to see who was there.
Quinlyn ascended the steps with calm composure, ready to head inside and rest, when Yalena suddenly seized her arm with a vice-like grip.
With Quinlyn's towering height and intimidating features, her sudden stop made it seem—to outsiders and even the Guzman family—as if she had deliberately paused. Only Yancy, whose gaze never left her, immediately sensed something was wrong. He hesitated, unsure whose side he should be on.
Quinlyn frowned in pain. Yalena's nails were perfectly manicured and coated with clear polish, making them unnaturally hard. Right now, she was gripping so tightly that it felt like those nails were about to pierce straight through Quinlyn's skin.
Quinlyn didn't want to argue with her. She yanked her arm free from Yalena with full force. 'Not worth the breath,' she thought, 'I'm a diligent student—got piles of homework waiting on my phone. No time for this nonsense.'
Yalena was sent stumbling backward by the violent jerk, nearly falling before Chancey caught her by the arm. His face darkened as he glared at Quinlyn.
Quinlyn shot him a mocking grin. 'No time for a fight tonight,' she thought, 'But I have another anesthetic syringe in my pocket, and with Papa Bear right behind me, plus the driver.' She felt zero fear. She wasn't intimidated in the slightest.
Yalena, still being supported, snapped angrily, "Quinlyn! First, you went after Beatrice, and now me. Why do you pick on me like this?"
"Yes, I'm picking on you. Next time, remember to keep your distance," Quinlyn shot back lazily, casting a dismissive glance as she strode past.
Otherwise, I won't just shake you off—I'll slap you so hard that your face and my hand will create the sweetest sound of applause. Arrogant—that's the word for Quinlyn.
Without a single member of the Guzman family daring to stop her, Quinlyn strode away with effortless ease. As soon as Quinlyn entered her room, Yancy hurried in after her and demanded, "What the hell just happened out there?"
"Exactly what you saw," Quinlyn replied coolly, but didn't want to be mean to Yancy, sighing. "Look, kid, I've got a mountain of homework to do. I'm really swamped."
Yancy stepped back when he saw how exhausted Quinlyn looked. "Alright, you go ahead."
Quinlyn waved him off and headed upstairs. Behind her, Yancy's gaze lingered on her arm, where faint red streaks could just be seen. He lowered his gaze and stepped outside.
Chancey had already sent someone to carry Beatrice inside. Yancy frowned. "It doesn't seem appropriate to let her into the house right now."