Chapter 213 Perfume Of Nightmares
Quinn’s eyes blazed. Though Julius had regained a hint of lucidity, his lids stayed shut, sweat beading on his brow while the veins at his temples throbbed with agony.
She had been apart from him for barely an hour, and he was already reduced to this.
Just as Marley struggled to rise, Quinn lifted a foot and stamped between her shoulder blades, driving her face–first onto the floor.
“Marley, I’ll ask one more time. What exactly did you do to Julius, and what is that fragrance on you?”
Marley writhed, but Quinn’s foot felt as heavy as lead; she simply could not get up.
She snapped at the servants around them, “What are you idiots waiting for? Pull Quinn off me!”
But none of them dared move.
Everyone knew Marley had fallen from favor, while Quinn was the old patriarch’s cherished granddaughter. Word of the fifth branch’s sacrifice had spread among the staff, and many already felt protective toward Quinn.
Seeing no one respond, Marley flushed with humiliation and rage. “You all want to be fired? Quinn, if you humiliate me again, I swear I’ll make you pay!”
“Marley.” Quinn’s tone was icy as she looked down at her. “If you don’t tell me what you did and something happens to Julius, I’ll make sure you never know another peaceful day.”
Her foot pressed even harder as she spoke.
Marley felt as though her spine might snap, and Quinn’s expression was pure frost and loathing.
It was impossible to doubt that, if she kept silent, Quinn really would break her back.
“I–I only sprayed some perfume… I didn’t do anything!” Marley cried.
“If it’s only perfume, why is Julius in this state?” Quinn demanded.
Marley’s complexion alternated between red and white; in Quinn, she suddenly saw the same terror she had felt moments ago when Julius’s hands closed around her throat.
“It’s just… the same perfume his mother wore when she died. I–I don’t know why he reacted like this!”
Quinn stiffened. The perfume from the day his mother died?
She knew that tragedy had left the deepest scar in his heart.
Years ago, she and Julius had watched his mother take her own life. The perfume bottle shattered on the

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