Eleanor Hollis’s heart leaped into her throat, nervously watching the man’s hand. The man’s face was menacing, retreating as he waited for the car to pick him up. "You can’t escape. If you let the child go now, I might spare you." Hugo Quinn spoke, his eyes fixed on him intently. The man laughed audaciously. "Who doesn’t know the means of Young Master Quinn? This child is your lifeline. If I release this Life and Death Talisman, you’ll kill me right away." Eleanor Hollis nervously gripped Hugo Quinn’s arm, feeling a lump in her throat, extremely uneasy. "Don’t worry, he won’t harm Marcus." "If Marcus gets hurt, don’t think you’ll get away with it either." He said blandly, the two sides facing off, neither speaking. The man understood this, so he didn’t harm the child, and capturing the child this time was purely accidental; initially, they intended to capture Eleanor Hollis. The man glanced at Eleanor Hollis. Was this the daughter the Dawson Family found? "Eleanor Hollis, there’s a way to save this child now. You come over, exchange yourself for the child. I don’t really want to trouble the child; the one they wanted me to capture is you." Eleanor Hollis almost didn’t hesitate, lifting her foot to walk towards him. But Hugo Quinn grabbed her wrist. Chapters fırst released on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝙣𝙚𝙩 "Stay here, don’t do anything foolish." "Husband, Marcus is already burning with fever. If not sent to the hospital, it will delay treatment." Hugo Quinn’s gaze shifted to Marcus, spotting the child’s flushed face, indeed a sign of fever. "But I can’t use you to exchange for the child either!" He growled lowly, his mood gloomy. "I’m the one who wants to exchange for the child. I’ve long considered Marcus as my son, and as a mother, this is what I should do." Eleanor Hollis slapped his hand away, slowly moving forward. The man holding Marcus smirked at the corners of his mouth, grabbing her swiftly and pushing Marcus away. Marcus was still unconscious and feverish. With this push, he nearly fell directly onto the ground. Eleanor Hollis wanted to help the child up but was tightly restrained by the man. "You’d better fend for yourself." The car to pick him up arrived quickly. The man took her in the car and immediately left. Hugo Quinn held the child, "Lan Yancy, follow that vehicle." The group of people immediately trailed after the vehicle, shooting at the tires incessantly. But the entire vehicle had been modified, every component was bulletproof; it couldn’t be harmed at all. The driver’s skills were excellent, soon evading Lan Yancy’s group at a considerable distance. Eleanor Hollis’s palms were tightly clenched, sweat pooling within. Two men sat in the car, both seemingly agile; all her struggles were to no avail. The car quickly stopped in the suburbs, as Lan Yancy’s men arrived, they saw the two men taking Eleanor Hollis onto a helicopter. He cursed lowly, not anticipating that the other side had backup; they had no helicopter prepared here. "Helicopter, get several helicopters over here! Intercept them, don’t let them leave the city!" Lan Yancy nearly shouted, watching the helicopter helplessly. Their side acted quickly, bringing over four helicopters swiftly. Lan Yancy hurried on one, chasing towards where Eleanor Hollis had disappeared. The helicopters on their side had all been modified, moving twice as fast, rapidly spotting the shadow of that helicopter. But Lan Yancy dared not act rashly; Miss Hollis was still onboard. If they shot the helicopter down, there was a risk of crashing; then no one could save Miss Hollis. Several thugs likely realized this too, so flew recklessly. Lan Yancy could only follow from a distance behind. "Have someone intercept them, don’t lead them over, it’ll only trouble the boss." The man sitting beside Eleanor Hollis said, not long after, a dozen helicopters approached, entangling with Lan Yancy’s team. Lan Yancy couldn’t spare himself to keep pursuing Eleanor Hollis, merely watching the departing helicopter anxiously. Seeing those dozen helicopters, Eleanor Hollis’s heart fluttered. To easily deploy so many helicopters, those people must have high status, and these men seemed to respect the other side greatly. "Who exactly are you?" She asked warily, the man beside her turning his head. "Miss Hollis, we mean no harm, but whether you live depends on their intentions." The car swiftly arrived in Breyburn City, several rows of men in black already standing below. The two men escorted Eleanor Hollis down, then boarded a waiting car beside them. The car drove farther away, finally stopping in front of a castle in the deep mountains. Indeed a castle, if not seen with her own eyes, Eleanor Hollis would have thought she was hallucinating; in the twenty-first century, she actually saw a castle in Z Country. "Miss Hollis, inside please." The two men opened the door and pushed her in. Eleanor Hollis staggered but steadied herself. Sitting at the highest position was a man, though his face was hidden in the darkness, she couldn’t see clearly. Eleanor Hollis squinted her eyes, eager to know who he was. This presence rivaled that of Hugo Quinn. The man’s voice was gentle, sitting on the highest chair, the stairs descending from his feet. Eleanor Hollis dared not breathe, even without seeing his face, inexplicably feeling this man was incredibly powerful. Eleanor Hollis’s eyes were wary, retreating a step backward; her back was already damp with sweat. The man rose, slowly walking down. In the play of light and shadow, his face gradually revealed its true appearance. He was a strikingly handsome man, indescribably beautiful. Eleanor Hollis even forgot to speak. As the man strode closer, she noticed a mole at the corner of his eye, extraordinarily enticing. A mole at the corner of his eye? She seemed to have seen someone with a mole there, but that was a very, very long time ago, and the memory was blurred; she couldn’t even recall the person’s face. "Or should I call you Eleanor Dawson?" The man circled her slowly. "Why did you bring me here, what’s your purpose?" Eleanor Hollis hadn’t lowered her guard; some people, the more beautiful they are, the more poisonous they become. "Calling you here is naturally for a reason. I had a childhood engagement with Ashley Dawson of the Dawson Family; since you’re still alive, you should fulfill the marriage contract." What the man said startled Eleanor Hollis. He brought her here just to marry her? "I’m already married. Marrying you again commits bigamy." The man’s steps paused, smirking. "You can divorce; I’ve already prepared the divorce papers. Sign them, and I’ll have them delivered to Hugo Quinn." As soon as he finished speaking, a man resembling a butler handed over a divorce agreement.