The Guardian's Sword

The Guardian’s Sword By Talking Cigarette Chapter 23

Chapter 23

All the neighbors knew that Willow’s family worked at River City’s Quinn Corporation.

However, few people knew that Willow and her family were members of the Quinn family.

Old Madam Quinn said she did not want t o be embarrassed.

Therefore, she dissociated herself from them. Suddenly, a woman asked with a sneer.

“Oh yes, Willow. The young man who often visits you drives a nice car whenever he comes. It can’t be his, can it?

Everyone knew that Willow was engaged t o a vegetable.

However, Quill came over almost every day. Gossip was inevitable around here.

“Not really.”

Willow knew these people were just trying to make fun of her, so she did not want to stay.

“You should be careful if it’s not.”

“With such an amazing car parked in front of your house, you probably can’t afford to pay if you scratch

it.”

“Maybe you’ll involve us in this if you don’t admit your mistakes.”

The crowd sneered with a teasing note in their voices.

Ferrari. So what

“mere” was the keyword! Swoosh! Everyone turned their heads around and looked in

wheelchair slowly out of

I heard Fion say the vegetable i s no longer braindead while we played poker yesterday.

A multimillion-dollar Ferrari is only a mere thing to him. If he’s not a

awesome for using

s the matter? Can you afford

they all looked

hell are

freeloading, wheelchair-bound vegetable who doesn’t even

crowd before slowly withdrawing

company with pests even when

did not

better not touch

need at least two thousand dollars to get away with scratching a car like that with

propelled his

what these people said. “Willow, do you

as he slowly reached out his hand to

“I… don’t like it.”

their head as they laughed disdainfully. ‘Like it?’ ‘So what whether she likes it or not?’

Willow.

“… Yes, but…”

for a few seconds before nodding. “If you like it, then

slightly and reached into his arms to take out the car

“Mine…”

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