Pursuing My Ex-Wife Isn’t Easy Chapter 1943

Malcolm closed his eyes and lanvented with a helpless tone, “After Heather died, I wanted to bring Riley
back to you guys and try to get my hands on some cash so i can go away to someplace no one knows
me

“However, Quentin found out about her true identity from God knows where, and he set fire to me and
Heather’s house, forcing Riley and me to return to the Quinn farnily…

“They kept Riley with them and locked me up in a basement in total darkness. Whenever I ask them
when they’d set me free, they would say that they will only release me if I die or go insane someday,
or…”

Malcolm gulped and lowered his head. “Or when one day Riley loses her value to them.

“The reason they locked me up was that they were afraid I’d find you guys and tell you of Riley’s true
identity…”

Luna narrowed her eyes slightly when she heard this. She lifted her head to stare coldly at Malcolm.
“Just like how you ruined my looks and forced me to do plastic surgery so you could use me, right?”

Both Quentin and Malcolm’s intentions had been to obtain something as their leverage for their future
use.

In the past, Malcolm’s method of doing this was to ruin Luna‘s looks, forcing her to undergo plastic
surgery

However, Riley was too young to know any better, and on top of that, neither Luna nor Joshua knew
about her true identity. Hence, the only person capable of ruining Quentin and Granny Quinn’s plans was
Malcolm

He was the only person they had to be on guard against.



However, they still showed him mercy out of what he had done for them in the past, so they did not kill
him immediately and instead imprisoned him.

As soon as she thought of this, Luna sneered and said, “I guess this fondness of using other people for
your own gain seems to run in your family.”

Malcolm bit his lip nervously but did not reply.

A split second later, he took in a deep breath and lifted his head, exposing his unusually pale face as a
result of the lack of sun from his imprisonment. “I want to leave Merchant City. Please help me.”

With that, he kneeled on the ground before Joshua and pleaded, “Mr. Lynch, I regret everything that
happened, including the terrible things I did to you in the past, but now that I‘ve escaped from the
basement at Quinn Mansion, neither Quentin nor Granny Quinn will show me mercy anymore, and they‘ll
surely try to find me.

“I‘m not asking you to take me in, Mr. Lynch. I just hope you‘ll help me, seeing that I‘m risking my life to
tell you the truth about your child…

“Can you help me put in a word with Luke and send me somewhere no one knows me, where the Quinn
family can never find me?”

As he said this, Malcolm knocked his head repeatedly against the ground and continued in a choked
voice, “I‘ve had enough of this suffering! Please, Mr. Lynch, save me!”

Joshua furrowed his brows as he stared at the man kneeling before him.

Who would have thought…

More than a month ago, Malcolm had bought an ulcer–inducing ointment and smeared it all over
Rosalyn’s back in an attempt to frame Joshua for it.



Who would have thought that fast forward one month later, Malcolm would end up in this situation,
begging Joshua to help him.

After all, this man used to be the master of the Quinn family and had helped the Quinn family accomplish
plenty of things, all with the intention of paving a path toward a brighter future for the family.

However, Granny Quinn did not care about his past contributions at all…

It turned out that the Quinn family was far more merciless than Joshua had initially thought.

As soon as he thought of this, Joshua frowned and said, “It‘s not that I can‘t help you, but…”

He narrowed his eyes, and a cold glint flashed through his dark eyes as he said, “I hope you can answer
m y question first.”

“What question is it?” “Does anyone in the Quinn family go by the name ‘Star‘?”


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