Listening to Kyle Keaton’s voice, hoarse to the point of sounding desolate, Richard Donovan realized the real July Quinn was likely in grave danger.
His complexion was awful, his body seed drained of all its strength, teetering precariously.
Seeing this, Kyle hurriedly helped Richard to a nearby wooden box to rest for a while.
"Let’s not tell Mom about this for now. I’m afraid she’ll lose control of her emotions and reveal sothing in front of that person."
Richard nodded, knowing that if Laura Quinn found out, the sky would seem to fall.
"Do you have a plan?"
"Tonight, our people will sneak into their Newmont Castle to see if there’s any sign of July. If she’s unhard, that’ll be good. If July..."
So words, Kyle couldn’t bear to use them in relation to July; it was his way of cherishing her.
"If it really cos to that, I will flatten their turf and make the entire Marsden Family accompany her in death as a funeral offering," Kyle said.
Kyle’s dark eyes glistened with cold light, his whole deanor was so sinister it was as if he’d beco another person.
"You must ensure they search every corner of the Marsden Family’s Newmont Castle. I see Jennings’s obsession with July is quite deep."
At this point, Richard could only pin all his hopes on this point.
He didn’t want to lose July Quinn just like that; he had painstakingly found her again, without having compensated for the paternal love she missed in childhood, without having truly spoiled her, allowing her to be as innocent and carefree as other girls...
Tears just flowed down.
A father’s most helpless mont.
Kyle actually pinned his hopes on this point too.
Yes, even if it ans swallowing his pride in front of Jennings, all he asks is for July Quinn to survive.
But July’s character...
Rather be shattered jade than an intact tile.
This is what he fears most.
"I’ll handle the one at ho carefully, see if I can probe her identity and their plans," Kyle said.
Richard quickly wiped away the tears on his face.
At this ti, he couldn’t fall down, July still needed him.
"Okay."
After encouraging each other in their own ways, the two n began to take action.
Kyle first arranged for Thomas Grant and their team’s plan to lie low tonight, while Richard returned to the living room.
At this mont, Joy Quinn had already finished applying the bare-face cream and returned to the chessboard from earlier.
But she looked around, seemingly searching for sothing.
"What’s going on?" Richard asked, sipping the freshly brewed hot tea, his fingers gripping the tea cup turning white at the nails.
He wasn’t sure how much effort it took to control himself from smashing the teacup at soone deliberately mimicking his daughter.
He repeatedly told himself internally that his daughter’s fate was unknown, he mustn’t startle the snake.
Smashing the cup and such, could wait until his daughter safely returned.
"Nothing, nothing," Joy responded, while her gaze still flickered towards where Kyle had just been.
Indeed, mimicking July’s stubborn yet soft manner to the point of perfection, making Richard montarily lose control.
But fortunately, just as the teacup was about to be smashed, Richard braked abruptly, placing the cup heavily on the table.
With a loud clang, Joy looked at Richard, surprised.
"Dad..."
At this mont, Richard had already suppressed all his irritable emotions, as calm and friendly as usual.
"You’re looking for Keaton, right? He just got a call, says there’s a problem with one of The Kane Group’s projects, and he needs to go check it out."
"Oh, I see."
Joy suddenly seed sowhat disappointed.
With Kyle not here, she might as well return to her room to search again, see if she could find anything!
She was just about to make an excuse to go back to her room when Richard spoke again.
"Since you’re not busy today, how about playing a couple of rounds of chess with ?"
Joy felt utterly annoyed; she had no interest in playing chess with the old man.
But she knew July rarely refused requests from elders, so she could only nod her agreent...
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