Quinton returned to his bedroom with Chase following closely behind, at his beck and call


    as always.


    “Wee back, sir. None of us had been sleeping soundly ever since we lost contact with


    you-we almost brought the cavalry down on the heads of the Hunt family!”


    “You’ve lost contact with me plenty of times before. Why so serious?” Quinton asked,


    impassive even as he took off his mask and suit.


    Chase quickly went to take both, and hung them up primly.” Yes, we did, but this is Stefan


    Hunt we’re talking about. You two have history, so what if he decided to pull the trigger?’


    Quinton raised a brow, but said confidently, “You don’t have to worry about that. He won’t go


    for the kill like me, or it’s over between him and my sister.”


    Having fought Stefan for years, he dared say he knew Stefan better than Renee. From a


    certain perspective, they were like eternal rivals-if either of them won, their dynasty won as


    well.


    And Quinton was convinced that if every Everheart could see him now, they would wish for


    his triumph!


    “Indeed, Mr. Everheart. I must agree that Stefan Hunt is still interested in Miss Everheartwhy else


    would he release you just because she asked, even proposing a partnership?”


    “Still interested?!”Quinton snorted in disdain. “Him?!”


    That callous man was marrying another woman soon—there certainly were no lingering


    attachments there!


    “I don’t get it. If it’s not because he still has feelings for Miss Everheart, why would they


    release you, even offering a partnership?”


    “Hah! What other reason could he have?” Quinton scowled fiercely. “He’s a businessman,


    and self-gain is everything to him. He has no feelings for my sister—he just sees value, and


    if I’m not mistaken, he’s up to the same tricks he was up to back then.”


    Chase’s expression turned solemn. “That’s probably true. He only won back then because


    of his ability to sweet-talk women. Poor Miss Garcia-”


    “Shut up!” Quinton’s expression contorted with rage. “Didn’t I warn you before never to


    mention that name?!”


    “I-I’m sorry…” Chase promptly lowered his head and apologized gingerly. “I just thought you


    were over it since you and Miss Everheart acknowledged each other. So…”


    “I hate betrayals the most, especially when it’s someone I gave my heart to. That is why I


    will never rest until she and that pig Stefan are dead!” Quinton’s eyes zed with hatred.


    His suffering in the past was just like the scars on his face- it itched on rainy days even if he


    tried to forget.


    How could he let it go when it constantly tormented him?


    Chase lowered his head and stayed silent. He tucked


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    Quinton in before leaving the room somberly.


    However, he had just turned into a corner when his vision turned ck-someone had


    blinded him!