The Quinton Family is a simple business family, the old man’s generation was in politics, and they dealt with legitimate matters.
But the Dawson Family is different. The current Dawson and Ford families are involved in dirty dealings.
So the people they interact with are very complex.
"She is fine, resting upstairs."
Felix Ford poured him a glass of red wine, a smile on his face.
When people see Felix Ford, they are first struck by his looks. He and Julian Sterling have the kind of looks that are morable, but unlike Julian, Julian’s gentleness is all an act, as his true nature is colder than anyone else.
But Felix Ford’s kindness seems to emanate from his very being.
Not long ago, he coerced all his relatives, and many from the Ford Family vanished, all connected to this seemingly gentle man.
Felix Ford’s facade has perated to his core.
"Actually, I don’t want to oppose you."
Felix Ford said with a smile, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand.
Hugo Quinn said nothing, lightly leaning back, appearing at ease.
"You might not believe when I say this, but it’s just that we stand on different ground; personally, I really admire you."
Hugo Quinn raised an eyebrow, took the red wine, and sipped.
"Your way of showing admiration is to kidnap my wife and force to et you?"
"Eleanor Hollis has been kind to ; I won’t harm her but will let her rest here for a while. If she leaves now, more trouble will ensue. I won’t take her life, but others might."
Dylan Dawson is the typical lunatic; if he really takes action, he will harm both sides, even if Hugo Quinn tries hard to protect Eleanor Hollis, there will be lapses.
"So, should I thank you?"
Neither was confrontational, but the atmosphere had beco exceedingly tense.
"Hugo, Eleanor Hollis and I have an arranged engagent, or to put it another way, I have an arranged engagent with the Dawson’s youngest daughter. The old man doesn’t favor , and over the years, he hasn’t ntioned this marriage, but there was an agreent between the families’ elders."
Hugo was not convinced by his words; it’s the twenty-first century now, who believes in such agreents?
"I want to take her away."
His tone was calm, but his eyes stared directly at Felix Ford.
Felix Ford smirked, his fingertips slowly drumming on the table.
"You want to forcibly take her, evidently not feasible; I could kill you right now."
"Terms."
This man went to great lengths to bring him here just to talk terms.
"I like talking to smart people."
Felix Ford propped his head, tilted slightly.
"I think Young Master Quinn should have received the news that authorities are about to crack down on families like the Ford Family. We’ve always engaged in illicit businesses, never daring to appear openly. If the news is true, it won’t be long before I end up in prison. I believe Young Master Quinn has the ability to clean up my businesses, right?"
If all the businesses can be legitimized, the Ford Family can openly operate in front of everyone.
Hugo Quinn’s brows furrowed. He wasn’t clear on what kind of businesses the Ford Family was in over the years. As a Quinton Family mber, he had to maintain distance from all unclean businesses.
Cleaning up the Ford Family’s dealings, it isn’t impossible, but it would take a lot of his energy.
But for Eleanor Hollis, that’s nothing.
"I agree."
Felix Ford smirked, satisfied with the outco.
Hugo Quinn was about to rise to find Eleanor Hollis when he heard Felix Ford’s voice from behind.
"Are you sure you want to take her? Hugo Quinn, do you know Dylan Dawson? When he goes mad, he disregards everything; maybe your villa could be blown up in the middle of the night. He has a deep-seated hatred for the Quinton Family and has decided to take revenge on you. If you take Eleanor Hollis, can you truly ensure her safety?"
Dylan Dawson...
Hugo Quinn didn’t know this na, but suspected he was from the Dawson Family.
"I don’t know him."
Felix Ford smirked, "You don’t know him, but the old man does. His parents went to prison because of the old man and never returned. Originally a happy family, they suddenly beca the Dawson Family’s foster child, enduring inhumane training for years, holding on to avenge the old man. Now the old man is dead, those vendettas naturally transfer to you. Felix Ford, I am not spewing alarmist talk; Dylan Dawson has no shortage of powerful weapons. Not just Eleanor Hollis, even you might die at his hands."
Hugo Quinn believed that Felix Ford was not lying to him, after all, Felix Ford relied on him to clean up the businesses.
"Wait until you resolve your grievances, then co for Eleanor Hollis. That’s my deal with you; I promise you, I won’t harm her in the slightest."
As soon as Felix Ford finished speaking, his phone rang. He glanced down at it, brows furrowing.
"Cole?"
This person hadn’t called him for a long ti; why the sudden interest tonight.
"Is Hugo Quinn there with you?"
Cole Crawford was also in a bad mood; how did these two who are worlds apart start engaging?
Felix Ford raised his head to glance at Hugo Quinn, amusent flickering in his eyes.
"Your friend? You actually have a friend; I thought except for , no one else dared to approach you."
Cole Crawford’s face darkened, gritting his teeth, "Whatever grievances lie between you, don’t harm him or Eleanor Hollis."
Felix Ford rubbed his brow, "I don’t have that kind of skill; I just intend to make a deal with him."
Upon hearing this, Cole Crawford instantly hung up.
Felix Ford heard the "beep beep beep" from the phone, raising an eyebrow and chuckling; still the sa bad temper.
"I really didn’t expect you to know The Stone-faced Reaper."
Putting down the phone, he calmly looked at Hugo Quinn, sighing.
"I’ve finished speaking; Eleanor Hollis is in the room upstairs, the housekeeper will take you there. Whether to take her away, the decision is yours."
Hugo Quinn pursed his lips, quickly making his way to the room where Eleanor Hollis was held under the housekeeper’s guidance.
Eleanor Hollis kept her head against the door, trying to catch any sounds outside.
Soone was coming upstairs; she quickly sat on a chair, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping.
"Young Master, here it is."
The housekeeper opened the door and respectfully gestured.
"Wife, are you okay?"
That call to ’wife,’ made Eleanor Hollis want to cry. She turned her head in surprise and, in her eagerness, nearly strained her neck.
"Why are you here?!"
She never dread Hugo Quinn would co here; it was heavily guarded. How did he manage to get in?!
She quickly stood up, ran over, and leapt into his arms.
"I was scared to death, what about Lan Yancy, is he okay? I saw so many people confronting him, my heart was in my throat."
Hugo Quinn patted her back, feeling uneasy as she first asked about Lan Yancy.
"He’s fine."
Eleanor Hollis hit his chest; despite the timing, he still managed to be jealous.
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