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Villa Susen.
The lights are amazing. As an art center, he was able to hold high-end art exhibitions in X City. The lighting at night is so dazzling.
On the balcony, Jack, Yael, and Brent sit around a small round table, enjoying the night breeze and the night view of the villa.
"A cool breeze tonight," said Yael and broke the silence.
"Are you sure they're coming?" ask Brent.
Yael just laughed and looked at Jack. Are they coming? Jack wasn't sure but he waited. But it is clear that the terms are already very generous. One was Old Master Quinn who came with a sword and the second was the entire Quinn family.
With such a choice, would an old and experienced old man not know how to choose? He would not have given them such a choice if not for making a deterrence.
His mother is everything and his red line. Whoever dares to cross the red line will pay with his life! He was even friendly enough to give the Quinn family a chance to survive.
His mind was flooded with thoughts about his mother and the past. Jack's entire person turned cold and cold while anger raged in his eyes. Yael and Brent could feel a bone-chilling chill from Jack.
Yael and Brent exchanged glances as Brent tried to change the subject by saying, "Yael, after all, he's your grandfather, aren't you affected?"
"Gdh..."
Yael laughed dismissively, "When my mother and brother died in agony, the entire Quinn family did not pity us. If I don't kill my damned father, he'll continue to thrive in the Quinn family. Is Quinn a family bloodsucker I deserve?"
His words were cold and sharp. She watched her mother suffer to death when she was young. What he experienced was comparable to Jack's experience.
Buk buk!
Someone knocked on the door and Tom's voice announced, "Master, Family Head Quinn and his eldest son, Morrison are here."
Has he made a choice? Jack looked at the clock and it was now eleven and thirty. He stood up and walked out. Brent and Yael followed from behind.
The night turned unpleasant.
The reception room is not large but brightly lit. The interior of the room is well decorated and looks perfect.
Old Master Quinn looked dejected as he hugged the sword and bowed as he sat on the chair. He looked desperate and desperate. When all hope was lost, he could no longer straighten his back.
Morrison stood still at the side. His eyes showed his uneasy emotions. He was angry, desperate, helpless, angry but he had to endure his feelings forcefully
."Morrison." Old Master Quinn suddenly said in his hoarse voice.
"Dad, I'm here." Morrison quickly replied.
Old Master Quinn raised his eyebrows and said, "Whatever happens afterwards, you should observe and not get involved."
"Dad..." Morrison became furious, "Why don't we fight to the death?"
"Hhhh!" Old Master Quinn laughed bitterly. He was able to recognize the voice of the man who answered the call as they tried to contact Madam Hughes. He is Patrick Hughes!
The situation has come to this.
Jack holds the big stick of the Hughes family. Patrick has forced Madam Hughes to pray. With father and son coordinating this, what are the Quinn family's chances of reversing the outcome?
Suddenly, a cold voice declared from the reception room, "If the Quinn family wants to fight, I will happily accommodate it." The voice was cold and oppressive.
Old Master Quinn and Morrison were both startled and looked towards the voice.
Jack walked slowly into the room. He's cool, calm, and calm. His entire persona made everyone shiver. Not even Jael and Brent escaped. They exchanged glances and the two could feel what each other was thinking. Jack. has changed!
Jack ignored and sat down on the main seat while raising his eyebrows and looked at Old Master Quinn and Morrison. Finally, he looked at the sword Old Master Quinn was holding and said coldly, "Since you brought the sword, finish it yourself."
Soon the room became tense with the feeling of impending doom. He was direct and did not give the slightest hope. Old Master Quinn and Morrison were terrified. Even if they were ready, they didn't expect Jack to be so direct. What he wanted them to finish, was the life of the head of the Quinn family!
"Mr Hughes..." Morrison could not accept it and wanted to beg for mercy.
Jack stared back coldly and immediately startled Morrison. What he wanted to say was stuck in his throat.
Hit it!
The slap was crisp and hard.
Old Master Quinn slapped Morrison until he stepped back and shouted furiously, "Stupid! You have no right to speak here!"
At this moment, he turned around and looked at Jack and the frail old face showed a flattering smile, "Master Hughes is generous while Morrison is young, naive and doesn't know his place."
Jack's gaze turned cold.
"Pff!" Yael could not help but scoff, "Stupid old man. My father is only a little older than this fool. And you dare say that he is young and naive?"
"Yael!" Old Master Quinn's face reddened and gritted his teeth, "The Quinn family is good to you. If it wasn't for my mercy, you would have already died!"
"Stop pretending to be kind!" Yael bellowed furiously, "If I don't make those billions for you to secure your position as the head of the family, am I still alive?"
"You ..." Old Master Quinn's face was red with anger and speechlessness.
Buk buk!
Jack knocked on the table and said, "Old Master Quinn, are you here to chat or pay the debt?"
Old Master Quinn trembled and bowed, "Of course to pay the debt."
"Then do it quickly. After you go to the afterlife, find my mother and make sure you kneel down to apologize to her!"
Jack stood up and killing intent rushed towards Old Master Quinn like a raging wave.
His eyes were red as he clenched his teeth and said, "It is my responsibility to send you to visit my mother!"
"Yes sir!" Old Master Quinn looked determined and as he unsheathed the sword.
Whooshing sound!
The sword unsheathed and glittered under the light.
"Dad ..." Morrison held her face while her tears flowed.
"Shut your mouth!" Old Master Quinn rumbled.
He knows that they have no way to change the result tonight. Hughes' father and son have joined forces to force his death. If he doesn't die, then the whole family will be destroyed.
As he unsheathed the sword, Old Master Quinn was filled with regret. If he knew that Madam Hughes would choose to leave them today, he would never have agreed to work together to plot against Jack. But this is too late!
"Mr Hughes, this is my response to you. Live to live!"
Just as Old Master Quinn was about to take his own life, a huge hand grabbed the sword.
A cold voice said beside his ear, "Live to live? How is your life worth likening to my mother's?"