"Have you already decided?" Quentin Quinn raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth curling up defiant and arrogant. Indeed, the old ginger was spicier—it didn’t take long for him to discover his moves. "Dad, you’ve always favored this younger brother of mine, and I’ve been uncomfortable for a long time. This time, I’ve sent so many people, our younger brother probably won’t be coming back. Dad, don’t worry, I’ll look after the Grandeur Group for him; it won’t fall into outsiders’ hands." Old Master Quinn didn’t move. He knew full well how many spies had been planted in this old house; he just didn’t want to bother with it anymore. He was getting old. "Hugo mustn’t have an accident." He raised a hand to rub his temples and sighed. Quentin chuckled coldly and packed up the chess pieces. "Whether or not something happens isn’t up to you. I’ve waited too long for this day." The old house was already surrounded, with the butler guarding the Old Master’s side, fearing harm would come to him from this man. Yet Quentin, though desiring to kill Hugo, never intended to harm the Old Master—captivity at most. Overnight, a cataclysm occurred within the Quinton Family. Meanwhile, Hugo, far away, was entirely unaware until gunshots echoed nearby, and he realized people were coming to kill them. He spoke calmly, staying fixed in place. The people around him immediately began assembling firearms, while Lan Yancy pulled out two guns from under his seat. "President, wait here; we’ll be finished within ten minutes." The men around Hugo were not ones to be trifled with, and with the prey coming to their door, they were naturally eager. Quentin had thought these men would send Hugo to his demise. However, in less than ten minutes, everyone was shot down and writhing on the ground, their guns quickly seized by Lan Yancy. "I asked around; they were Quentin’s people." The internal strife within the Quinton Family had always been fierce, yet Hugo had never participated; he had no interest in the family’s wealth and never intended to vie for a share. But these people insisted on coming for him. He furrowed his brows, still pondering Eleanor Hollis’s whereabouts. Everything around had already been searched. Yet, not far off, he noticed traces of a vast area of grass being flattened. A helicopter? He’d already ordered a helicopter to be deployed, but there was no way to know if Eleanor would come to harm. "Don’t worry about them; just get the helicopter here first." The concern for Eleanor was paramount; any Quinton Family dispute meant nothing to him. "President, I’m worried about the Old Master..." This commotion Quentin stirred up was nothing but a ploy to try taking over the entire Quinton Family. The Old Master had likely been compromised already. "Dad will be fine. If something happens to him, Quentin’s position will be questioned. High society will never accept him." Lan Yancy said no more, and the group waited there for the helicopter. An hour later, the helicopter arrived. Hugo and Lan Yancy boarded the same one, while the others boarded another. Hugo had brought many people with him this time. For Nathaniel Quinn to take someone so silently, there must have been more than one person involved. In the villa on the mountain, Eleanor Hollis slowly awoke. Seeing the unfamiliar ceiling, her heart trembled fiercely. Remembering the events before getting into the car, she hurriedly tried to get out of bed. However, as soon as her feet touched the ground, she collapsed, utterly drained, without even the strength to stand. The door was pushed open at that moment. Nathaniel came in, carrying a bowl of porridge. Seeing her off the bed, he rushed over. "Eleanor, please lie down and rest." Eleanor looked at him with a cold expression, noticing the deep affection on his face, and almost felt like vomiting. "What did you do to me?" Nathaniel did not immediately answer her. He helped her back to bed, taking a spoon and gently placing porridge near her mouth. Eleanor turned her head away, her eyes and face filled with disgust. Nathaniel wasn’t bothered. After all, they would live here for a long time, and eventually, she would fall for him. "Eleanor, you won’t be happy with Uncle. So many people are against you two. Even if Uncle likes you now, he will tire eventually. Eleanor, come back to me." He shamelessly said, completely forgetting he was the one who drove her away in the first place. Eleanor’s face was full of sarcasm as she gave him a cold glance. "Nathaniel Quinn, if being with Hugo won’t bring happiness, will being with you? I’ve been with you for five years. What have I gained besides an increasingly frail body? How can you say such words without shame?" Nathaniel squeezed the spoon tightly, his face darkening. "Eleanor, that was because I misjudged people. I thought it was Grace Lynch who saved me, which is why I treated you like that. Please give me another chance." Eleanor retorted with a single word, closing her eyes, unwilling to see him again. Nathaniel placed the porridge aside, his heart also filled with rage. When she was with Uncle, she spoke tenderly, totally different from now. Her heart was indeed captured by that man. "Boom!" Dıscover more novels at 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝙣𝙚𝙩 The door in the room slammed shut with a deafening sound. Eleanor breathed a sigh of relief. If Nathaniel had taken advantage of this moment, she wouldn’t have been able to resist. Thankfully, he wasn’t deranged enough to go that far. The sound of the door opening echoed again, and Eleanor, thinking it was Nathaniel again, couldn’t help but shout. "Didn’t I tell you to get out? I don’t want to see you." But the person said nothing. When she looked up, she realized it wasn’t Nathaniel but the driver. The driver’s face was cold as he approached her with swift strides, extending his hand. Eleanor sensed a hint of murderous intent from him, wanting to scream, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she fell into darkness. The driver produced a knife, intending to kill her outright. However, seeing her face, he thought it would be a shame. If he could sell her, perhaps he’d make a big profit. He hoisted Eleanor over his shoulder and headed straight for the helicopter on the rooftop. Meanwhile, Nathaniel, still sulking on the living room floor below, only noticed something was wrong when he heard the helicopter taking off, quickly rushing to the rooftop. He shouted, seeing the helicopter already lifting off, about to leave. "Damn it! How dare you betray me?!" This was a mole he had trained. How could he suddenly take Eleanor away? In the roar of the helicopter, the driver couldn’t hear what he was saying. Nathaniel attempted to rush up but was pushed back by the immense wind, watching helplessly as Eleanor drifted further and further away. He shouted, gritting his teeth and pacing in frustration. The guards stationed downstairs also came up, intending to shoot at the helicopter, but Nathaniel stopped them. Eleanor was still on board. What if she was injured in the crossfire? There was only one helicopter, and calling another one wouldn’t be possible in short order.