My name is Thea Quinn. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

As the daughter of Robert Quinn, the richest man in Star City, I should be a carefree and even very happy girl in the eyes of many people, not what I am now.

For the first 12 years of my life, I was very happy. I have a father who dotes on me, a gentle and kind mother, and an older brother who is still close to me despite getting into trouble all day long.

Then, things changed.

My father and brother were killed on a voyage to sea, leaving me and my mother alone. And my mother needs to deal with the affairs of the business, and she is very busy and busy, so I am actually the only one left. That time, five full years, was the darkest time of my not very long life. During that time, I learned to anesthetize myself not to think about my lost father and brother, nor about my mother, who was drifting away. And this life has lasted for five years. Then, my brother came back.

It turned out that my brother did not die in that shipwreck, but was stranded on a desert island. Then I thought the person who loved me had returned, but he had changed. It's not that he doesn't love me anymore, it's that he's become mysterious and not as close as he once was.

The long wait, then the long sadness, and the result that I got was like this, and my heart was a little cold. Fortunately, after I expressed my dissatisfaction, my brother spent a little more time at home and had a good chat with me. I also understand that I am no longer the age when I can stick to my brother and run around. Whew, it's a little bit of a joke.

Little did I know it at the time, but it was just the beginning of a series of things.

I would never have imagined that Robert Quinn was not my biological father. I was the product of my mother's infidelity in marriage.

I would never have imagined that my brother would disappear for five years and come back and become a vigilante.

I would never have imagined that the only man I ever liked, the man who always treated me as a sister, was really my brother, my half-brother.

I would never have imagined that my biological father would still be the murderer of my father, Robert Quinn, and that this biological father would destroy the entire Star City. In the end, he was defeated by my half-brother and killed his own son, my half-brother.

It may be a bit confusing, but that's how I feel. And what hit me the most was that one of my brother's enemies in the past five years wanted to seek revenge on him, and not only attacked Star City, but also killed his mother......

When I saw my mother being stabbed through the body with a knife by that bad guy in front of me, my head went blank. When my consciousness returned, my first thought was that I had to leave the place that had kept me sad from ignorance to adulthood.

After learning that my brother had finally avenged his mother, I really did it.

Leaving only a text message for my brother, I left Star City in the red Lamborghini Gallardo that my father had ordered for me before the shipwreck. There was no fixed destination, the car drove haphazardly, wandering haphazardly because I didn't know where I was supposed to stop.

Then, I met the guy.

I'm used to using the word "then" because it adds to a certain extent the most apt note to my life of many twists and turns, and there is no worst, only worse. Just like this time, when I left the city where I grew up with sadness and reluctance, my only loved one, and the whole person empty, I was going to be held hostage by that damn guy.

When I met him, I was driving down a relatively remote road. It was a suburb, there were no other cars on the road, and he was carrying a long strip of package on his back, and he was standing on the side of the road with his upper body up, stretching out his hand to hitchhike. The sunset shone on the smiling bright and handsome face, which looked very warm and warm.

I couldn't help but shuffle my foot brakes and slow down.

"Hey handsome guy, where do you want to go?"

As soon as the words came out, I was also startled. I didn't know I could be so direct. When I faced the only person I ever liked (the one who later died and found out to be a half-brother), I had been thinking about it for a long time before I dared to invite him to dance - although I was turned down. Of course, that wasn't something to be proud of, but now it seems that the accidents that followed made me feel less like myself.

Maybe I need a chance to indulge. And it seems to have appeared.

Unfortunately, no.

The guy said he wanted to go to the nearest pier or passenger terminal. I thought I didn't have a destination of my own anyway, so I was ready to say yes. It was only then that I noticed that there was still a blood stain on his neck, which seemed to have been leaked and not erased. And the scratch on the deltoid muscle of his right arm that looked like the letter "V". Looking at the arc of the two diagonal lines, one on the left and one on the right, it may not be a "V", but part of a sign I saw from a mysterious document in my possession when I broke into my biological father's office to question him about my origins. At that time, I found that when I saw the document, my so-called biological father actually wanted to kill me at that moment!

I immediately realized that the harmless and attractive man in front of me was the kind I should stay away from.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm in a bit of a hurry to get somewhere else......"

Before I finished speaking, I wanted to beat myself up, how could I stop the car and talk to the other party if I was really in a hurry?

That guy apparently analyzed this as well. It's nothing. The most unexpected thing was that he actually recognized who I was!

"You're, Green, hmm, Oliver Quinn's sister? Thea Quinn: Right. The guy smiled even wider, "Nice to meet you." Then I'm going to give me a ride now! ”

Before I could react, he had already opened the other door and got into the passenger seat. I didn't even get a chance to abandon the car because the guy was pointing a pistol at me.

It's funny that I'm not as scared as I thought.

Turning on the car navigation, I drove him to the port of Auckland as he instructed (coerced). Of course, I wouldn't be so naïve as to think that he would let me go when I arrived at the port of Oakland, but I just didn't expect him to take me hostage and use my status as the sister of the CEO of Quinn Combine to take him to an ocean-freighter anchored at Quinn Combine that was about to depart, and "inspect" it. That was after he knocked a guy unconscious and snatched a piece of clothing to put on. OK, I can understand this, what I can't understand is that he actually hid a knife in one of the crew cabins?

I asked, curious, and he laughed and said it was a piece of flesh and bones. Of course I didn't understand, but I didn't ask again. And when we got off the freighter and I asked him what to do next, he said just get out of here and go anywhere.

So I drove him to Star City.

I didn't expect to change my mind and go back to that sad city in less than a day, but if I wanted to get rid of a guy who wouldn't leave me two meters away at all and pointed at me at almost any angle, my brother who was a vigilante seemed to be the only option. And after he saw me typing Star City into the navigation system, he didn't say anything, just smiled. It soothed my hoisting heart.

And then -- and then -- for unknown reasons, the car navigation system failed on a stretch of road. Then, before I could pull over to the side to check, my father's eighteenth birthday present was rear-ended. I hit my head in a car accident and the airbag didn't quite counteract the impact and I passed out......

When I woke up, I found myself being carried on my back by a man. It's that guy. Not only that, but the guy was holding my ass with one hand and wielding a baseball bat from nowhere with the other, chasing several sloppy men. At first I thought he was abusive, or maybe it was his enemy. But looking at the people around them clapping their hands or breathing a sigh of relief, those men who were chased and beaten by that guy seemed to be bad people.

Someone went around his back—and mine, ready to flank his accomplices. As a result, he half-turned around and gave me the blow with his chest. At this time, I also noticed that the clothes he had snatched were already dyed red, and it seemed that he had been shot!

This guy ...... It doesn't seem to be as bad as it seems......

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