Always a Thief QuinnThief 2 epub vk download

Bepanda,

The Mansion,

9:30 a.m.

The sound of cutlery resounded in the dining room. On the table, a large stout man sat at the head of the table artistically cutting through his steak.

His plain face is void of any emotion and looks like he has woken up from the perfect side of the bed. On the other side of the small table is his niece, Crystal Melody Taylor.

A lock of chestnut hair curled her back, her heart-shaped face buried in her plate of food. So far, so good, she has no reasons to complain about anything.

At twenty-three, Crystal is bound to her uncle for life, difficult at times to explain why she can't live with her uncle, but then, they are glued together. Today seemed promising, the sun had been overheard since morning, and if she hadn't woken up to make breakfast for her uncle, she would still have been sleeping.

Uncle Maxwell placed another chunk of the sliced meat into his mouth, looking at his niece all the same.

Crystal knew that something was up with this old man today.

He always did have some plan to come up with, something that would make him run his business effectively.

At ten, Crystal's parents the involved in a plane crash while going to London. The effect was disastrous especially for her at that age. For her not to be sent to the orphanage, Maxwell signed up as her paternal guardian.

It is sad because Maxwell was the one to manage Dad's company. Nothing profitable has come out of it, and two years ago, the company started facing a stage of recession.

It has to be, especially when one has a careless uncle like Uncle Max.

To boost it, Maxwell has turned his niece into a thief. Crystal's beautiful face will cover up for her lost reputation.

"No one will ever believe you stole from one or two men, Crystal, your heart-shaped face and bulb eyes do the trick perfectly for you already," Maxwell always says convincing her.

Each time their eyes met at the table, Crystal always saw it, trying as much to focus on her food, but then, her Uncle's tearful appearance on her body always made her tremble, thinking that he was planning another assignment for her. Of course, he did.

Pushing his plate away from his face, Max was done with the meal and he picked the white napkin to dab his lips with it.

"Thank you, for the meal, my favorite little niece," he muttered."You are welcome, Uncle Max," she let out trying her best to be polite. Every one of Crystal's friends always wished to be like her.

What more could she ask for?