Marcus came upstairs, led by a few people into the room where Eleanor Hollis was. His lips were tightly pressed together, probably already knowing that the two people downstairs were not simple, and he was still a bit scared inside. Eleanor Hollis saw him come in, her lips curled into a smile, and she held him in her arms. "You can’t wander off; this isn’t home, and there’s danger at any time. Be good." Marcus nodded, remembering the conversation between the two men downstairs, feeling a bit worried about his dad. "Mommy, the two people downstairs are bad guys." Eleanor’s eyes flashed. Marcus was very sensitive and likely picked up on something. "Yes, you can’t interact with them. Stay in your room, and unless you’re coming to find me, don’t look for anyone else." Marcus nodded again, not speaking further. Tonight, Dylan Dawson was injured and had already planned to stay here. Felix Ford was uneasy and repeatedly reminded him not to trouble Eleanor Hollis and Marcus. "Felix, don’t you trust me?" Dylan Dawson’s lips curved slightly as he walked up the stairs. Marcus happened to come out of Eleanor’s room, and seeing Dylan, he trembled slightly in his heart, instinctively taking a step back. Dylan indeed didn’t trouble him, after all, he had promised Felix. He had a life-and-death friendship with Felix; the only person he trusted in his life was him. He just glanced lightly at Marcus, then went to the room at the end of the corridor. Marcus’s room was right next to Eleanor’s. Seeing the man’s room wasn’t far from his own, he fearfully retreated back into Eleanor’s room. "Mommy, can I sleep with you tonight?" That man was too terrifying. The way he looked at him as if he wanted to devour him alive. Eleanor nodded, closing the door tightly, as mother and son whispered inside. On the other side, Dylan was looking at his wound in the mirror, frowning, his hatred for Hugo Quinn deepening. During the fight, he seemed to see Hugo’s people. This time, it should be Hugo and Old Master Quinn united to deal with him. Unexpected indeed, that these two would form an alliance. The cup in his hand was crushed instantly, shards piercing into his palm, but he felt nothing, picking the pieces out before curling his lips and washing the blood clean off his hand. If anyone else were here, they’d certainly be frightened by his ruthlessness; someone who could be this harsh to himself would be equally harsh to others. Dylan lay on the bed, thinking about how to retaliate against the Quinton Family. The other two members of the Quinton Family had already suffered at his hands; next would be Hugo Quinn. Meanwhile, Simon Quinn and Collin Quinn had regained consciousness. Both were severely injured, but thanks to timely rescue, they recovered a life. Hugo had been beside them all this time, occasionally calling Eleanor to ensure her and Marcus’s safety. "Third Brother, Big Brother, how are you feeling?" These few days, both of them had been in and out of consciousness. Each time they awoke for a few minutes, they’d immediately pass out again. Although the doctor said there was no danger, he was still worried. "No major issues, don’t worry. Was it aimed at the Quinton Family this time?" Collin asked, the perpetrators had deliberately lured him out, and clearly intended to kill him. "Yes, you all know the Dawson Family, right? That’s the Dawson family’s stepson, who had some grievances with Dad. Now that Dad’s dead, they’ve transferred their hatred to us." Regarding the Dawson Family, everyone had heard. Previously, Old Master Quinn mentioned it, but they didn’t expect their son to come for revenge. They all knew the incident; although Old Master Quinn was a bit domineering, he wouldn’t actively harm others. The matter back then, right or wrong, was hard to judge. "Big Brother, the place you’re at is quite safe. Tomorrow, take the Third Brother there. Before everything is solved, don’t come out." Collin’s place was in the military; no one dared to provoke there recklessly, not even Dylan Dawson. Collin nodded. This brother always had plans. Staying here with Simon would only add to the chaos, especially since they were injured—a total burden. "Third Brother, I’ve arranged for someone to protect Sister-in-law and Chloe. Sister-in-law is now at a friend’s place. Dylan mainly targets the Quinton Family, won’t trouble Sister-in-law. You don’t need to worry about that; just take care of yourself. When it’s over, I’ll call you." Simon breathed a sigh of relief. As long as his wife and child were safe, that was all that mattered. Hugo saw they agreed and got up to leave. Although they didn’t catch Dylan tonight, he was injured and likely wouldn’t trouble them for a while. He could use this time to plan well. The next few days, Hugo indeed lived peacefully. "Boss, Dylan and Felix have a good relationship. Now he’s probably hiding with Felix. I’m worried Miss Hollis and the little one might be in danger." Lan Yancy was worried after learning about Dylan and Felix’s relationship, but Hugo seemed not worried at all. With Felix there, nothing would happen to them. Other than him, there’s no one else who could legally clear Felix’s businesses. That day, from Felix’s gaze, he saw a yearning for a brighter future; that man would not give up this trade opportunity with him. Lan Yancy had brought it up several times, but seeing the boss focused on dealing with Dylan, he stayed silent, not mentioning it again. Hugo lowered his head in thought for a while, suddenly coming up with a great plan. He smiled a bit, opened the computer next to him, and started typing. Lan Yancy sat on the side, still not understanding what the boss was thinking. Follow current novels on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝕟𝕖𝕥 The doorbell rang outside; it was already eleven at night, who could it be? Lan Yancy got up to open the door, seeing Gloria Galloway standing pale at the entrance. She seemed not in good spirits, and her lips were devoid of any color. "I... I want to talk to Hugo Quinn." Lan Yancy felt it was inappropriate, after all, both were married now, and it was late at night; what could be so urgent to come to the boss in the middle of the night? But thinking about her relationship with Miss Hollis, he nodded. Gloria lowered her head, the whole demeanor spreading with a heavy air, as if she’d been through a major blow. Hugo was a bit surprised to see her. Gloria had just married Julian Sterling; given her fondness for Julian, shouldn’t she be clinging to him every chance she got? "Hugo, I... can you lend me some money?" She didn’t want to borrow from Eleanor; Eleanor and Samantha Sullivan were her best friends, and she didn’t want them to know about this. Hugo’s pupils shrank. Gloria, though a carefree girl, had boundaries. If she wasn’t completely out of options, she wouldn’t have come to him.