Chapter 12: Quinn

Grande ’s two brothers sat in the van and drove along Charles and toward the west. ?? Bayi ▼ China? Wen Wang. ww.81zw.com? The two's faces were a little helpless, and a square metal wine bottle was placed in front of the car window with ‘Holy Water’ inside.
The reason for this situation is that Mrs. Quinn called and asked ‘Holy Son to manifest again’.
"If I can, I will go to the church in person." This is Mrs. Quinn's original words, "But Amanda's situation cannot be moved. I need you to bring the 'Holy Water'."
Therefore, Zac and Benjamin would only run this trip.
Benjamin looked at the languid Zac, "At least Quinn didn't ask for the Son to show his spirit in the hospital."
"Of course not." Zac was sitting in the co-driver. The afternoon sunlight made him really inspiring, but the werewolf breath always 'reminded' on his side, and the vampire's instinctive alertness was wonderfully suspended, so that he would not be Completely fell asleep.
"Mrs. Quinn is a wise man, and it's so obvious that he suddenly recovered in the hospital." It is precisely because of the werewolf around him, and the vampire couldn't slam the food. This is not because there is danger to life. It is not a full moon cycle, but out of respect.
If the vampire and the werewolf describe each other ’s scent, the answer will be ‘smelly’.
So now Zac had to light the cigarettes one by one, hoping to enter the room quickly, it was the real room, not the transparent pavilions. ? August? ◆ Chinese? Net. ww.8.11zw.com? Zach remembers the atrium of Mrs. Barton ’s house, which is simply a gorgeous glass bottle.
Benjamin looked at Zac, smiled, and took out a wooden jar. "Do you want to try it?"
Zac took the wooden pot and asked, "This is the one that Spella gave you?"
"Well." Benjamin nodded.
Zac raised an eyebrow: "You would be willing to share this thing."
"The method of making must be in the box she left behind." Benjamin said very practically. "You can do it after you run out."
Zac showed a disappointed look and returned the wooden jar to Benjamin.
"Do you really want to give it a try?" Benjamin asked doubtfully. He didn't think Zac was really disappointing his reality.
"Of course I think, but I prefer to try again at Grande's night."
Benjamin thought for a while, and it really should be. Now they don't even know what the true use of this spice is.
Quinn Manor. This time the security guards did not interrogate, but as if they were waiting, Grande and the surrounding environment seriously lorry appeared on the road, the door of the manor was opened. Benjamin didn't waste time in a circle, he parked the car directly behind the fountain and in front of the main entrance.
The servants led the two of them straight upstairs. August 1? Chinese ▼ Wen ?? Network. www.81zw.com ■
Crossing the long corridor, Zac already smelled of blood and medicine. The two were introduced into a room. The layout here is similar to that of an apartment in the northern part of Barton City, except that the decoration and furniture are much higher-end. Wealthy old people, such as Mrs. Quinn, usually employ full-time caregivers. This is obviously the residence of the female caregiver named Amanda.
For the young female caregiver who had the same number of meetings as Mrs. Quinn, both of the Grand House had a good impression, so they frowned when they saw the person lying on the bed.
Mrs. Quinn apparently did not skimp on the care of those who worked for herself. Amanda ’s bedroom had been turned into a intensive care unit. Various instruments were placed in a space isolated with transparent plastic. Amanda ’s head was It is fixed, and the body is also tied by a belt. The infusion tube is connected to the back of the hand, and the red and blue wires extend from the instrument, are attached to the skin under her clothes, are covered by a transparent oxygen mask on the face, and are regularly covered with white mist, dissipated, covered, dissipated .
Although there is nothing to see from the front, the vampire can already feel the real hurt behind her.
"The priest's podium hit her back and hurt her spine." Mrs. Quinn said after dispersing all the people. "Surgery can only keep her alive, but will be paralyzed forever."
Zac looked at the people inside through the plastic curtain. Looking up along the infusion tube on the back of her hand, it was really anesthetized.
"She doesn't know anything yet." Zac looked at Mrs. Quinn with a wry smile.
"I don't know. She doesn't need to know." Quinn looked at Zac, "because everything will return to normal when she wakes up."
Zac frowned, looking at the layout here without speaking.
"Don't worry." Mrs. Quinn lowered her eyes. "Everything is under my control. No one will say it."
Zac thought for a while, "We also hope that Mrs. Don't say it."
Mrs. Quinn glanced at Zach. "Is Barton talking?"
Zac pursed his lips without answering.
Mrs. Quinn ’s expression could not see anything, because the wrinkles cut all expressions into countless pieces, like a broken mirror, and neither the vampire nor the werewolf could find a complete face.
"It's fine." Mrs. Quinn sat down. "So you can also understand the behavior of our people. The Barton family and the Herman family, you are very satisfied with us."
Zac and Benjamin looked at each other, "Mr. Herman ..." Zac's words were answered directly by Mrs. Quinn.
"He's not, he's not a person in our circle." Mrs. Quinn's mouth at this time clearly showed a smile, a bunch of wrinkles were squeezed, a bunch of wrinkles were stretched, "But you are good, set your own rules . Barton is doing you a favor. "
Zac would like to drink ‘wine’, Grande ’s own rules? Now Zac is now, this is actually the rule of Barton's most cutting-edge society. It's just that Grande's special nature forced him to implement this rule.
"I heard that you rejected the follow-up request from the Qwest family kid, which is good." Quinn looked at Zac.
Zac really needs a sip of ‘wine’ now, and he did the same. As if at random, take out his own bottle and take a sip. His rejection of Mr. Quest was just two hours ago, and Quinn now knows!
"The rules you set must be followed. No matter what the reason is, once you break an example, you are no longer worth being trusted." Mrs. Quinn stared at Zach's light green eyes. "We trust you, you can Trust us. "
Zac tightened the bottle in his hand and bent the corner of his mouth. "Then, Mrs. Quinn's second commission was accepted by our Grand House. Please leave Mrs. Quinn for a while."
Mrs. Quinn nodded and slowly left the room.
After another moment, a slight sigh of relief passed through the wall and into Zac's ear. Our vampires should also relax with Mrs. Quinn's relaxation.
"Benjamin, talking to these people, I sometimes forget that I am the guy who has lived for hundreds of years."
Benjamin pouted, "You are still more powerful, and without saying a word, they have gained their trust."
Zac narrowed his eyes, and the werewolf satisfied his vanity.