In reality, Renee was hoping to get Stefan to make peace with Quinton-even if Stefan did


    not extend an olive branch.


    Their families had been allies for three generations, and their grandfathers were practically


    brothers who supported each other for years-they certainly would not want them to turn


    against each other.


    Quinton was too impulsive and radical-he would inevitably upset many, and they would


    certainlye seeking revenge. However, if Quinton allied himself with the Hunt family,


    those enemies would have to be wary of both families, which spared them a lot of


    unnecessary conflict.


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    To put it roughly… Renee was helping her brother get a sugar daddy.


    If the day came when she was not around or something bad happened, at least he would


    not be alone and helpless.


    “Consider it, Quinton. If there are no issues, we can talk to him about the finer details next


    Wednesday,” Renee said earnestly, hoping that Quinton would say yes.


    Quinton, however, snorted coolly, the look behind his mask bing troubled. “You’re


    being naive, Renee. A grudge is not so easily forgotten-it’s just like the scars on my face,


    lingering despite having healed, and a constant reminder of the humiliation I suffered.


    Anyone who forgets to hate is quite simply… spineless.”


    He took off his mask when he finished speaking, revealing the gruesome scars that


    stretched across his face like lightning under the bright white lights overhead.


    “Quinton…” Renee frowned, her heart breaking.


    “He reduced me to a dog’s life, a shadow of the man that I was… and now, you want me to


    shake hands and make peace just because you told me too? Aren’t you getting conceited?”


    Quinton sneered. No one understood how he survived all those years—he was


    fundamentally unkind, so ‘ love and peace’ was just too difficult for him to even pretend.


    Moreover, Quinton could tell that Renee still loved Stefan, but that would not stop him from


    being Stefan’s enemy.


    “I know you’re still in love with him, so you have my word that I won’t kill him no matter how


    bad our rivalry gets. But this is business-it’s a dog-eat-dog world, so I’m not going to hold


    back!”


    “I know you’ve been enemies with Stefan for a while, and asking for a partnership now is


    difficult for you, but you don’t have to worry—I will try to get him to make amends. As long


    as he is sincere enough, I’m sure that you will be friends one day. It’s what our parents


    and grandfather would have wanted to see.”


    With three generations of friendship, the best oue would be for it to continue.


    “That’s not going to happen. The grudge between me and Stefan is far from that.” Quinton’s


    fists clenched, his gaze


    bing distant. There was so much he never told Renee- not murdering Stefan was


    already the limit of his mercy.


    Renee became curious then, and asked carefully, “What else happened between you and


    him? What don’t I know?”


    They should be even after Stefan disfigured Quinton, and Quinton blinded Stefan. She had


    no idea what could have fueled such hatred in Quinton.


    “The less you know, the better.” Quinton sighed, and turned to stride into the inner house.


    “I’m tired. I need some rest after everything they put me through.”


    Renee stared at Quinton with mncholy as he left. It was clear that Quinton carried a


    terrible grudge, and she had to bring him around.