Chapter 79 Check The Family Registry
Chapter 79 Check The Family Registry
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The crowd fell silent. Even Marley looked stunned. Quinn’s voice had carried across the busy square, catching the attention of pedestrians passing through central Yarburn. The earlier argument had already drawn a curious crowd, but when Quinn shouted, even more people stopped to see what was happening.
“Well? What are you waiting for?” Marley barked at the guards. “Get her away from the entrance! Do you want Great–grandpa to see this mess<b>?</b>”
“Yes, of course!” the guards snapped to attention and began moving again.
At that moment, Julius stepped out of the Bridger Group building, nked by the top executives and the two vice presidents of Bridger Group–Moldred Bridger and Melvin Bridger.
Since the Bridger Group was a family–runpany, most high–ranking positions were held by rtives.
“Julius, you should’ve told us you wereing to Yarburn. We’d have arranged a proper wee,” said Moldred. The Bridgers had once been a powerful force in Yarburn, but their influence had waned in recent years. Fortunately, thanks to Marley’s ties to the Whitethorn family, they’d managed to stay afloat.
Over time, those connections had helped Moldredplete several lucrative projects, which naturally made him eager to tter Julius.
Melvin, standing nearby, chimed in, “Why don’t we throw a little wee–back dinner for you tonight? Marley’s been talking about you nonstoptely. Reminds me of when you were kids. You two were so close back then.”
Melvin was Marley’s father. He owed much of his current position to her rtionship with Julius. Once considered the least favored son, he’d risen to vice president of thepany. If Marley ended up marrying Julius, his own status would skyrocket, second only to the family patriarch.
But Julius didn’t seem particrly interested. Instead, he suddenly asked, “Isn’t the Bridger family’s ancestral hall nearby? Let’s head over there.”
“The ancestral hall?” The family looked at one another, visibly confused.
“Am I not allowed?” Julius asked inly.
“Of course, you are!” Moldred said quickly. “The family head’s there today. It’s a great chance to visit.”
Though they didn’t understand Julius’s sudden interest in the ancestral hall, they wouldn’t dream of turning him down. It was close by, so they started walking.
Before they even reached the gates, they saw a crowd gathered out front, clearly stirred by some sort of altercation.
Moldred hesitated. “Uh… looks like something’s going on. I’ll go check-”
But Julius was already striding toward themotion without another word. The rest of the Bridger family hurried to follow..
His steps were fast and full of tension, and even Julius wasn’t sure why he felt so uneasy.
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Chapter 79 Check The Family Registry
<i>Today’s </i><i>the </i>day <i>Quinn </i><i>nned </i><i>to </i><i>bring </i><i>the </i><i>ashes </i><i>back</i><i>… </i><i>Could </i><i>something </i><i>have </i><i>gone </i><i>wrong</i><i>? </i>
Then he froze. He saw her.
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Back straight, sandalwood cremation urn held tightly in her arms, its surface covered by a vivid g. Her face–elegant, striking–was hard and resolute. Around her, peopley groaning, some still trying to get up and confront her. But each time they did, she struck back, knocking them down again.
The whole scene felt eerily like the confrontation at the airport all over again.
“Quinn, the Bridger family’s ancestral hall is not your personal stage,” Marley snapped, clearly rattled. “I’ve already called the police. If you don’t leave, you’re getting hauled out of here in cuffs!”
“I’m not here to cause trouble!” Quinn’s voice rang out. “I only came to enter the ancestral hall, to set up memorial tablets, toy down the ashes.”
“Ashes?” Melvin stepped in, furious. “You think you can just bring anyone’s ashes into the Bridger family’s ancestral hall?<b>” </b>
That was when Marley finally noticed Julius standing just behind her and realized he’d probably seen the whole thing. Her heart dropped. Embarrassment and resentment hit her all at once.
Quinn watched Melvin coolly. “The ashes of Bridger family members belong in the Bridger family’s ancestral hall.”
“Bridger family? Which branch are you supposedly from?” Melvin asked skeptically.
“The fifth branch,” Quinn said calmly, without the slightest hint of arrogance or shame.
Melvin looked like he’d been pped. For a moment, something flickered in his expression. “The fifth branch? Don’t be ridiculous. That branch has been empty for years!”
“Then go check the family registry,” Quinn answered, her tone ice–cold.