Dylan’s eyes flashed with a cold light. "Hugo didn’t participate, but he’s part of the Quinton Family! Don’t you hate them? If it weren’t for Old Master Quinn, I wouldn’t be an orphan today! You wouldn’t have been exposed as an illegitimate child, and your mother wouldn’t have died protecting you after being run over. Felix, can you really let go of all this hatred? Old Master Quinn used those two cases to stay in power for so long." Felix didn’t speak. Hate? Of course, there was hate, but who could truly say where the blame lay? From Old Master Quinn’s perspective, he was merely doing what he was supposed to. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝔫𝔢𝔱 Back then, Dylan’s parents were fugitives who secretly gave birth to him. The case was cold, left unattended for years, until it fell into Old Master Quinn’s hands after he took office. His methods were exceptional; he quickly found Dylan’s parents. They were captured and died in prison shortly after. This is Dylan’s vendetta, but by the time he gained power, Old Master Quinn was already dead. Felix’s eyes flickered. Some things are simply destined. After his mother gave birth to him, she didn’t plan to return to the Ford Family, given he was a shadowy illegitimate child. Later, he was taken by a criminal group. The old master sent him back and published a missing person’s notice in major newspapers to help locate him. This notice brought him to the Ford Family’s attention, leading to their pursuit. His mother died in a car accident trying to protect him, and he barely escaped to the countryside. Now, he’s purged the Ford Family, and no one dares to oppose him anymore. "Dylan, what do you plan to do? Are you really going against Hugo?" Felix still had a shred of reason, seeing the old master’s actions not solely at fault, but rather tangled by fate. Yet Dylan pinned the blame on him, growing stronger over the years, seeking revenge. "I want control of the Dawson Family; it has to stay in my hands." Only by gaining the Dawson Family could he contend with Hugo. Felix frowned. Dylan was his brother, and if he insisted, Felix would support him. "I’ll keep a watch on Eleanor Hollis to make sure she doesn’t have Hugo’s child. But you can’t harm her life." Dylan stood up and headed for the door. "I’ll handle Ashley Dawson. The old man wants to hand over the family assets to his two daughters? No way!" He’s helped the Dawson Family so much over the years, yet ends up with nothing. The old man is really going too far! Felix remained seated, massaging his temples. Eleanor was resting upstairs, in a large room with a bathroom and shower; she could stay there her whole life. It seemed she was truly being kept under house arrest. She sighed and sat on the bed, feeling dejected. She wondered how Hugo was doing now. Lan Yancy’s plane was entangled and couldn’t follow Eleanor. By the time the other party retreated, Eleanor’s plane was nowhere in sight. Lan Yancy had no choice but to inform Hugo. "Who do you think it could be?" Hugo stared at the burning helicopters on the ground, realizing that deploying so many helicopters in such a short time meant the opponent was no ordinary person. "Boss, I heard the Ford Family underwent drastic changes recently. The returning illegitimate child took over all the power. Could it be him?" The Ford Family is a powerhouse in Breyburn City, just as the Quinton Family is in Serenford. It’s even more mysterious. Hugo, being a businessman, often appeared in financial newspapers. But regarding the Ford Family, people only knew they were wealthy, without even knowing the sources of their money—much of it being illegitimate. If it really is Felix, this is troublesome. He’d heard of Felix’s name—someone around his age, maybe two years younger. The old master had mentioned him as an illegitimate child, and in a family like the Ford’s, illegitimate children meet terrible fates. But the old master was unaware, and he had published extensive details about Felix, hoping his mother would come looking for him. However, the information caught the Ford Family’s attention, leading to rumors that the child and his mother died. The old master regretted it for a long time. That woman wanted only a simple life, to raise her child quietly, yet his reports thrust them into the spotlight. So, counting it all, Felix probably holds a grudge against the Quinton Family. Hugo furrowed his brow; for Eleanor’s sake, he had no option but to meet the head of the Ford Family. He arrived in Breyburn City by dawn. The Ford Family’s castle was gloomy, situated deep in the mountains. They flew by helicopter, but when they approached the castle, they were warned by those below. Lan Yancy quickly landed the helicopter. Once grounded, dozens of armed people approached, coldly aiming at them. "I want to see Felix Ford." Hugo spoke calmly. The surrounding men in black glanced at each other and slowly dispersed. The butler emerged, smiling politely. "Young Master Ford has been expecting you. This way, please." Lan Yancy tried to follow but was blocked by a line of men in black. The butler smiled kindly, "I apologize, sir. Our master will only see Mr. Quinn." Lan Yancy was anxious. The boss going in alone, without bringing anything, was risky with ill intentions likely. The castle was the Ford stronghold, a lion’s den! He called out worriedly, but Hugo had already boarded the Ford Family’s car. "Lan Yancy, head back and call Cole Crawford to come up with a plan." Lan Yancy froze, quickly boarding the helicopter. The butler didn’t stop him and had Hugo driven to the castle. Soon, the car stopped at the castle entrance, and the butler respectfully opened the car door for him. Hugo said nothing, noticing hidden guards around. In the castle, security was tight. Without the butler guiding him, he’d likely be taken out as soon as he set foot there. This Felix was indeed formidable. Hugo’s eyes flickered as he followed the butler. The butler opened the hall doors, bowing, "Young Master Ford is waiting inside." Hugo entered, spotting a man seated on the sofa. Felix, unlike his own sharp demeanor, had a gentler presence. Felix looked up, noticing him, and smiled softly. "Young Master Quinn, it’s been a while." Hugo went over and sat opposite him. He was deeply worried about Eleanor’s safety, and Felix’s ties to the Dawson Family complicated matters considerably.