He held Eleanor Hollis tightly, his eyes blazing. During this time, he was going insane; every time he closed his eyes, he saw Eleanor’s face.
He regretted, frustrated, wishing he could bring her to his side immediately.
But Eleanor was under his uncle’s watch, and he had no chance at all.
This time, he would definitely not let go easily; he had to make Eleanor live with him!
The helicopter slowly took off, heading towards the mountain.
He had prepared for too long. Ever since he knew Eleanor was with his uncle, he had been planning this.
By the time the car finally stopped, it was already evening.
The helicopter landed on the rooftop. The driver got off first, respectfully leading the way.
Nathaniel Quinn carried Eleanor Hollis, quickly arriving at the room. Afraid she would catch a cold, he wrapped her in blankets.
His fingers lingered on her cheeks, his gaze full of longing.
"Mr. Quinn, I heard Serenford has been locked down. Luckily, we abandoned the car, or we wouldn’t have made it out of the city."
Nathaniel’s lips slowly curled. He knew his uncle too well; his methods were always swift and definitive.
The whole Serenford was indeed under lockdown. Upon locking onto that car, Hugo Quinn and Lan Yancy immediately chased after it.
But when they arrived, there was only an empty car without a trace.
"Check for anyone missing from Quinton Manor and investigate their identity."
Hugo rubbed his brow in anxiety.
Eleanor had been through so much; she was a cautious person. Her text indicated it was someone from Quinton Manor picking her up, which is why she got into the car without suspicion.
It seems it’s time to clear out the people in the manor.
Lan Yancy acted quickly, soon finding a missing driver and uncovering connections between the driver and Nathaniel Quinn.
Nathaniel Quinn indeed didn’t show up tonight.
Hugo felt slightly relieved; if Nathaniel was involved, Eleanor should be safe.
Quentin Quinn was stunned upon hearing Nathaniel had kidnapped Eleanor. He immediately called Nathaniel, but the call was never answered, and in anger, he threw his phone away!
"Look at the son you’ve raised!"
He shouted at Beatrice Sullivan beside him.
Beatrice sat sullenly on the sofa, silent. This time, she had thoroughly offended Hugo Quinn. She’d always warned Nathaniel not to get on Hugo’s bad side; among the Quinton Family, Hugo was the one not to mess with. Yet clearly, her son hadn’t listened.
Quentin was so enraged his chest trembled. He had been discreet, building his power, waiting for the day he could take Hugo down. But his son had prematurely startled him, and Hugo would likely be wary of them now.
He clenched his teeth, hands slowly tightening. Why not seize this chance to take control of the entire Quinton Family!
This was a gamble; if he won, there would be no Hugo in the Quinton Family anymore.
"Where have Hugo’s people gone? Send my men and ensure he never returns; also, control the old master at the manor first."
He instructed his assistant, a menacing look in his eyes.
Beatrice was startled, knowing exactly what the man intended, she quickly grabbed his clothes.
"You’re insane! If you fail, we’ll be finished because of you!"
Her face turned pale, her body trembling. If the man succeeded, they would own the entire Quinton Family, but if he failed, the consequences were unimaginable. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱
Quentin brushed her hand away, eyes filled with disdain.
"Just stay upstairs; without my orders, don’t go anywhere."
With shaky legs, Beatrice was helped upstairs by Joelle Quinn.
"Mom, don’t worry. We’ll stay in the room and avoid getting involved. If things succeed, we’ll be the most esteemed in the Quinton Family. If it fails, we’ll claim Dad imprisoned us, and couldn’t inform anyone; Grandpa won’t blame us."
Beatrice’s eyes sparked briefly; this way indeed they could evade responsibility, but Quentin...
After all, he was her husband.
"Mom, those destined for greatness shouldn’t be entangled with such nonsense. Dad has made his choice; we just need to wait for the result."
Joelle’s tone was icy as she sat at the vanity, applying lipstick.
Beatrice barely recognized her daughter; she had grown so quickly from a previously capricious girl who couldn’t hide her thoughts.
Joelle’s eyes carried a trace of gloom. Did she hate Eleanor? Of course, she hated her; that woman subjected her to the greatest humiliation.
Yet, watching Serenford’s elite circle, everyone opposing Eleanor met a bad end.
Grace Lynch went to jail, Claire Shaw almost became crippled. They were more capable yet ended up like that. If she rushed in blindly, she might become the next Grace Lynch.
She was shocked when she learned Grace went to jail; they’d been told Grace went abroad for further studies, as did the old master.
Her uncle had sent Marcus’s biological mom to jail for Eleanor! How heartless!
If Grace met such a fate, what then for her? She needed patience and progress! Now was the perfect time; once her father toppled her uncle, Eleanor would lose her protection. Then she could easily manipulate her.
Quentin acted swiftly, heading to the Quinton Family, claiming to play chess with the old master, but actually surveilling him.
The old master didn’t notice anything amiss, soon bringing out a chessboard, the pair sitting in the living room.
"Dad, I’m really sorry for what Nathaniel did."
Quentin said, placing a piece on the board.
The old master’s smile was gentle; over the years, this son contributed much to The Quinn Group.
"If he decides to do this, you can’t stop him. I’ll speak more with Hugo to avoid making too much fuss, lest outsiders laugh at the Quinton Family."
Quentin nodded, smirking.
That fourth brother would likely not return; he had sent enough people to ensure he wouldn’t survive there.
Quinton Manor had been the old master’s residence for many years; he knew every move within.
Though Quentin appeared to play chess, he discreetly let his men infiltrate the manor.
The old master received the news first. After the butler whispered to him, he looked up, giving Quentin a mild glance.