The Unstoppable Comeback Of the Unrivaled Ex-Wife-Chapter 462 - 460

"He’s an idiot," Quinton said curiously to Joanna. "How do you expect him to make amends?"

Joanna stood up and walked in front of Chase, helping him.

"Chase, I know you’re devoted to my brother. You simply have a weak vision and haven’t realized you’ve been working for an impostor for the last four years. You probably want to know who the impostor is, right?"

Chase’s lips paled, and he felt weak as he murmured guilty, "Boss is why I’m still alive. He rescued me. However, I was too blind and stupid and couldn’t identify between an imposter and my boss. I’ll be ashamed of myself if I continue to live!"

"Wait a minute. Let’s not talk about death or living first. Tell me, do you want to know who the imposter is?"

"Of course, I do!"

His eyes were wrathful, and he lost his tenderness and serenity. "This imposter is so bold that he dared to impersonate Mr. Q. He better not let me capture him, or I would make him suffer a terrible death!"

"Uhm, calm down..." she soothed him.

She had the impression that Chase had shifted to another person. Before this, he was a well-mannered genius. He has now turned into a vicious monster. Everything that exited his mouth was obscene and ticked all the wrong boxes.

’Is this because the leader’s attitude influences how the subordinates act? The imposter does not seem to have deserved heavy punishment. After all, he never did anything unlawful that caused damage to others; all he did was transform the abnormalities in the pawnshop into normal,’ she reasoned.

"This is your chance to atone for your sins. I’ll ask Quinton to forgive you if you can find the imposter." Joanna said with a half-smile.

"I..." Chase swallowed his spit anxiously and remained silent. His expression was complicated, and it was difficult to guess his thoughts.

"I agree. This is your chance for redemption," Quinton pounded on the table. "Don’t let us down."

"Yes, sir. I’ll do my best!" Chase nodded and looked anxious.

To be honest, he had been subordinate to the impostor for quite a few years and was charmed by the man’s personality.

Previously, his interest was extracting a live person’s heart. He would frequently study how to cut the chest open to ensure the organ was kept in its ideal form.

However, after four years of working for the imposter, he was obliged to wear long sleeves and analyze poetry. He even investigated how to spot a genuine antique merely by looking at it.

It had been long since his hands had been stained with blood. So long that he nearly believed he was educated.

According to Quinton, if he successfully lured the imposter, the only thing that awaited it was death.

Quinton was finally relieved and engaged in the delight of reconnecting with Joanna after he was done dealing with the troubles that had accumulated at Carmine Pawnshop over the years.

"What do you like to eat, Joanna? I’ll cook you something. We should rejoice in our reunion as brother and sister." He pulled up his sleeves and inquired sweetly.

"How good are your cooking skills?"

She was a bit taken aback.

She had no idea the nasty and cold-blooded Night Demon could cook, and this was something he and the imposter shared in common.

Quinton donned an apron and went to work in the kitchen. He grinned pleasantly and responded, "I’m not the best cook out there. It’s simply that I am mature at a young age. Therefore, I’m accustomed to performing duties like purchasing groceries, cooking, and washing clothes."

Joanna leaned against the wall, staring at the busy but organized man as she wondered how many dinners he must’ve prepared to be this acquainted with cooking.

"Quinton, could you tell me how you survived all these years?" she asked, phrasing her words carefully, afraid that her question might trigger his pain.

The knife in his hand stopped chopping the vegetable, and he pursed his lips without uttering anything.

"If it’s uncomfortable telling me, then you don’t have to. After all, that was in the past, and it doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is the future!" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

She could feel that his mood had soured and swiftly shifted the topic.

"It’s fine..."

He smiled faintly at her and resumed cutting as he said casually, "I don’t tell many people of my past. To be more accurate, I’ve never told anyone about my past. But you’re unique. You’re my sister. If you want to know, I’ll tell you everything."

"Okay. I’m listening." She bowed her head and was prepared to hear him out.

She understood that this would be a long and miserable story.

"I grew up in a small fishing village in the City. My adoptive parents are two good fishermen. I have an incompetent older brother and an obedient little sister at home. I knew I was adopted since I was a child because my clothes were always ripped. They were passed down after their original owners

decided to discard them. The meals I had were the leftovers that my brother and sister left. After I graduated high school, I was compelled to abandon my studies. Do you know I got first place out of all students in the exam? I could answer questions easily even the teachers couldn’t."

At the mention of this, his pair of eyes turned red.

Some people needed a lifetime to recover from childhood traumas.

He was so competitive and desired money, power, and success because he had so many regrets when he was a child.

"When I was in primary school, my teacher told me that I was a genius. I frequently believe that if I was born in a regular household, I might be a mathematician and not the devil that runs an illicit enterprise. I’d be researching math formulas rather than making an accurate offer for an organ."

"Quinton, I’m sorry. I’m terribly sorry!" Joanna suddenly felt a sting in her heart.

Although she wasn’t the cause of this tragedy, she felt terrible for having a carefree and cheerful childhood.

It was as if she got double the happiness whenever Quinton was getting double the pain!

"Silly girl, why are you apologizing to me? The person who should be apologizing is those who damaged my life and the enemy of the Pierce family!"

He smiled faintly and comforted Joanna, who was on the verge of tears.

"Enemy?"

She dried her tears and gravely questioned him, "Who ruined your life, and who is the enemy of the Pierce family?"

"Well..." He paused before responding, "I can’t tell you now. When the time is right, you will know."

"If now is not the time, then when? I, too, am a member of the Pierce family. I have the right to know!"

Joanna was over-emotional as her heart burned with the desire for revenge. She pledged that she had to know the enemy at all costs!