My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!-Chapter 294: Utterly Miserable

"Alright, today’s clarification press conference ends here," Hector Lancaster stood up. "Regardless of who Sheryl Lancaster has been a girlfriend to, she’s now considering her engagement with Caleb. We hope everyone stops reporting these things indiscriminately."

"Master," the butler spoke as he noticed the press conference had closed, "The old fox of The Lancaster Family holds a press conference at this time, mentioning that Miss Lancaster is your first woman, her kidnapping four years ago, and her upcoming engagement to Caleb. What exactly is he up to?"

Jared Quinn rewound the live broadcast of the conference with his fingers, then pressed pause, staring at an invoice on the screen.

Initially, the butler didn’t realize it, assuming The Lancaster Family was scheming something again. But now, he suddenly understood. He recognized it—Years ago, Young Master Leon’s favorite type of check, and The Lancaster Family mentioned Sheryl Lancaster was kidnapped. Could it be...

The butler’s expression changed several times, and Sheryl Lancaster also mentioned her blood matched with Little Timmy...

"Master... could it be? It can’t be such a coincidence, can it?"

Especially at this critical moment when the young lady’s attitude towards the master has just changed a bit.

"Bring Leon Rivers here!"

"Yes."

Leon Rivers was quickly brought into Jared Quinn’s study, covered in many wounds, looking utterly miserable.

"Did he come to see you?" Jared Quinn stood quietly, the cigarette at his fingertips burning slowly, a wispy cloud rising.

Leon Rivers entered Jared Quinn’s study and instantly felt relieved, pulling a cigarette from the table, although he had smoked during his confinement by Harold Chapman, he couldn’t smoke comfortably.

Leon Rivers took a deep drag and leaned against the table as he began, "Yes, he came to find me. And not only did he look at me once, he tells me about every conversation you have."

If he hadn’t been with Jared Quinn for a long time, he might have been influenced by Nolan Quinn’s divisive schemes.

"Jared, I really haven’t seen your woman," Leon Rivers explained, fearing Jared Quinn wouldn’t believe him.

"I know," Jared Quinn turned around, his slender fingertips softly flicked the ash from his cigarette. "Locking you up was just to give certain people a way out."

"When did you realize?" Leon Rivers was nearly dumbfounded.

"She wasn’t actually hypnotized that day; hypnotism doesn’t work on her at all."

"What?"

"First, look at this press conference," Jared Quinn’s elegant fingers tapped on the laptop, the footage began to play—it was from The Lancaster Family.

Leon Rivers hadn’t paid much attention initially, but as he watched further, his expression grew grim.

"Do you remember the appearance of that woman back then?"

Leon Rivers shook his head. "The woman was blindfolded that day; I never saw what she looked like."

Jared Quinn’s handsome, deep features gradually darkened, "So even you’re not sure if it’s her?"

Leon Rivers hesitated. "...Not sure. But judging by the invoice she holds, it’s quite likely. But why would The Lancaster Family suddenly come out to explain this? That woman wasn’t kidnapped back then; she was sent here. No one knows about this; how could it suddenly be circulating?"

What exactly is the old fox of The Lancaster Family scheming again?

"Is there a way to confirm if it’s her?" Jared Quinn asked. "Her blood type perfectly matches with Timmy’s too."