"Why do you say this, Mr. Simms?" Jim narrowed his eyes. "Would I have declared it so confidently if I didn't have the answer myself?"
When they were in the dungeon, he had secretly marked the two women to tell them apart.
Jim had secretly ordered his men to ’ accidentally' tear the shirt of the one who claimed to be Quentin's daughter while dragging her up the stairwell.
At the thought of this, Jim got up and strode over to the servant with the torn shirt, a cold sneer playing on his lips." Whether it was me, Joshua, or Luke, none of us had managed to understand why Charlotte was so close with the Quinn family, so much so that they were willing to steal her from us at the expense of breaking the law."
As he said this, he glanced coldly at Quentin, whose face was pale. "What this servant just said reminded me that..."
He chuckled and continued, "Charlotte was an orphan, and if she were your daughter, Mr. Simms, everything would make sense."
The color drained from Quentin's face.
A split second later, he sneered and replied, "What on earth are you talking about, Jim? Are we basing everything on this lowly servant's claims? I can't believe that you even went so far as to deduce that Charlotte is my daughter, too! What nonsense!"
Granny Quinn nodded in agreement as soon as he said this. "That's right! Quentin...
can't possibly have a child."
Joshua furrowed his brows at the sight of Quentin and Granny Quinn's desperate attempts to deny their correlation in this.
His expression darkened as he first glanced coldly at Quentin, then at the servant that Jim had pointed out to be Charlotte in disguise.
When Jim brought up the fact that this servant had claimed to be Quentin's daughter, he, too, had thought it was nonsense.
After all, he had secretly done a background check on Quentin and had found out many details about him.
However...
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