Old Mr. Quinn hesitated, his eyes showing uncertainty, but moments later, he made up his mind. The only precious grandson of the Quinn family was killed by Ivana Monroe, which meant the end of his lineage. Having lived to this age, there was nothing left to worry about. "Julia, your idea is a good one." "No need to say more, I’ve already decided." Old Mr. Quinn raised his hand, cutting off Butler Sheffield’s words. Seeing this, Butler Sheffield felt a bit worried. Releasing death row criminals was an event with extremely adverse effects on society if exposed. How could Julia suggest such a bad idea to the old man? This could lead to the elder’s demise. At his age, couldn’t he be allowed to enjoy his twilight years in peace? Besides...the dead can’t come back to life. The living must continue to live! They can’t let hatred blind them. Initially, when Butler Sheffield heard about Jack Quinn’s accident, he was indeed very saddened and hated Ivana Monroe a lot, but over time, he gradually calmed down, seeing Old Mr. Quinn wash his face in tears every day and often find it hard to sleep at night. Butler Sheffield was really worried about Old Mr. Quinn’s health. Old Mr. Quinn acted immediately, making a phone call. "Liam, I need your help with something." "Old superior, please go ahead." "I need you to get some people who have been involved in murder out for me." "Liam, you know how I’ve treated you over the years. I’ve never asked anything of you in this lifetime, just help me with this one thing." Old Mr. Quinn had saved Liam’s life, without him, there would be no Liam today. Liam couldn’t refuse. He treated Old Mr. Quinn like a senior, viewing him as important as a father. Liam knew what had happened in Old Mr. Quinn’s family. The source of thɪs content is 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝘯𝘦𝘵 Why did Old Mr. Quinn need such people, without needing him to explain, Liam could guess a rough idea. Though he didn’t know exactly who was behind it concerning Jack Quinn, he could guess the other side’s power was great, even making Old Mr. Quinn feel helpless, which was why he resorted to this desperate measure! Liam took a risk, bringing out some vicious criminals from prison. In a certain secret room, Liam looked at the decent-looking, well-tempered woman: "Are you the future granddaughter-in-law chosen by the old superior? Julia Sinclair?" Julia nodded and smiled at Liam: "Hello, Uncle Sutton." Old Mr. Quinn called Nicholas Sutton Liam, but Nicholas was already approaching fifty. Nicholas gave a dry cough, his eyes flickering: "When we meet outside, don’t call me Uncle Sutton, just pretend we don’t know each other." He was doing this to repay the old superior’s life-saving favor, but he didn’t want his family to be implicated by this matter. Julia responded with an "Oh." Nicholas told the men who had changed out of their prison uniforms and were wearing black coats: "Your lives were bought at a heavy price by Miss Julia’s fiancé’s family, so from now on, you must listen to Miss Julia, do you understand?" The men spoke in unison. They thought they wouldn’t escape this time, that death was certain—who would have thought someone would save them? Such a good thing was hard to come by, even if they were asked to commit murder again, they’d be happy to do it because for them, living one more day meant gaining another day. Moreover, for someone to have them saved from prison, Miss Julia’s fiancé was certainly no ordinary person. Following a big figure, there was always something to gain. Nicholas finished speaking and turned to leave. One of the men came to Julia, rubbed his hands, and said, "Miss Julia, I’m craving a cigarette, do you have one on you?" Julia didn’t speak, reaching into her pocket for a pack of cigarettes, which the man eagerly grabbed. He had a lighter, taking a cigarette out directly, lighting it and puffing away contentedly. The other two saw this and reached out for some too; cigarettes were a luxury in prison which were hard to come by. "For the next two days, stay in this room and rest well, you’re not allowed to go out. Meals will be delivered to the room, rest well, and I’ll assign tasks for you." "Then get us more cigarettes! These aren’t enough for two hours of smoking for us." Julia’s eyes flashed with disgust, their expressions seemed like she was looking at bugs in a filthy gutter. "Got it, I’ll have more sent over." "Miss Julia, could you send us some women to have fun with?" one man extinguished his cigarette and said lecherously. Julia didn’t feel disgust this time, she smiled, making the man stare. Damn it, he hadn’t touched a woman in nearly five years, and seeing a woman now made him want to strip her naked, especially for someone as pretty as Julia, he really wanted to do bad things. "You want women?" Julia deliberately said sweetly. "Yes." The man nearly drooled. The other two were immediately stirred by Julia’s provocative tone. "No problem, I’ll send you a beauty in a couple of days, you can enjoy yourselves to the fullest." Julia grinned darkly, eagerly awaiting the sight of Ivana Monroe being pinned down by these vermin. The men swallowed hard, fantasizing about what kind of beauty Julia was talking about and how beautiful she might be. "Yes, a beauty, do you like?" A family of four sat at the dining table having breakfast. Leon Keane was silent, his handsome face still cold, as if someone had offended him. Ivana Monroe held her sandwich, eating it slowly with lowered eyes, not looking at Leon’s sour expression. Leon was angry? She was angry too! Last night Leon went out, not honestly speaking to her, Ivana Monroe brought Timmy Monroe back, and Timmy told her on the way about messaging Leon to rescue Ian Keane. If she hadn’t saved Timmy and called Leon back, he might have spent the whole night out last night with Ian in the chaos! And he dared to be mad at her? "Mommy, Daddy, I’m going to school with brother!" Timmy finished eating and jumped off the chair, his innocent handsome little face still bright and sunny, as if nothing happened last night. Ian Keane’s expression wasn’t as relaxed, he shared the same cold look as Leon, though it was unclear what he was thinking—perhaps still shaken from last night’s events. "Mm, when you and your brother go to the kindergarten, be sure to have a teacher accompany you to the bathroom, don’t go alone to avoid meeting bad people again." Ivana Monroe instructed. "I’ve already hired bodyguards at the kindergarten." Leon Keane put his chopsticks down, his voice devoid of warmth. Since Leon had arranged everything, there was nothing more she needed to say. When Timmy and Ian went to school. Ian suddenly stopped.