CHAPTER 63: CHAPTER 42: PROUD OF MY CURRENT DOWNFALL AND POVERTY1

"Six years ago, it was Alexander Quentin who bribed people to hurt Miss Quinn."

A glint flashed through Howard Geoffrey’s unfathomable eyes. The momentary flare of anger vanished, replaced by a profound calm.

Jason Wood was very excited. After investigating for six whole years, he had finally traced this matter today.

Geoffrey put down the report in his hand, leaned back in his chair, half-squinted his eyes at Jason, his expression slightly gloomier than usual.

"Alexander was truly ruthless... Six years ago, he spent fifty million dollars to hire three Singaporean men to harm Miss Quinn. If one of the assailants hadn’t inadvertently mentioned this during a recent drug deal with an American dealer, we might never have linked Alexander Quentin to the people who hurt Miss Quinn. This morning, I arrested the other two and interrogated them. They confirmed that everything they did was on Alexander Quentin’s orders, for money."

Geoffrey’s dark eyes grew darker, his gaze noticeably more sinister than before.

Jason continued, "These men admitted to harming Miss Quinn but knew nothing about her mother’s death."

Yes, five years ago, Monica Landon was found murdered in her own garden, and the police still hadn’t found the killer. For years, while investigating Christine Quinn’s rape, Jason had also been looking into Monica Landon’s death.

Geoffrey glanced at Jason and ordered coldly, "I don’t want anyone else to know about this."

Jason immediately bowed respectfully. "You can rest assured, Boss. The three of them will never be able to speak again."

"Good. Continue investigating Monica Landon’s case. I don’t want it to drag on."

"Yes, sir."

"You may go."

「At night, Quentin Residence.」

The once vibrant Quentin Residence now looked empty and desolate due to the family’s bankruptcy and the dismissal of its servants.

In the hall, Aunt Clare looked at Rebecca Quentin’s already packed suitcases and asked sadly, "Miss, have you really decided to sell this villa?"

Rebecca Quentin nodded slightly.

Aunt Clare sighed deeply. "Actually, Quentin is already gone. You don’t really need to be responsible for those employees anymore..."

Rebecca Quentin interrupted Aunt Clare, "They are all old employees of the company; some have even worked diligently for Quentin for over a decade. I don’t want them to leave without receiving their wages for these past few months, only to depart filled with resentment."

Aunt Clare advised earnestly, "You have to understand, this villa is all you have left. If you use the money from its sale to pay the employees’ wages, you’ll have almost nothing left for yourself..."

"Aunt Clare, please don’t try to persuade me anymore. I understand my current situation. For me, being without money is only a temporary hardship. However, Quentin’s lost reputation is a stain that will last forever. I don’t want the outside world to look down on Quentin; after all, my father founded it single-handedly."

Aunt Clare sighed helplessly. "You’re just like your father, always so stubborn about things you shouldn’t be..."

"HEH."

"By the way, Miss, what are your plans for the future?"

Leaning against the sofa, Rebecca Quentin answered with a distant, hopeful look, "I’m still young. I’m thinking of leaving T City to study abroad for a few years..."

Aunt Clare nodded. "That’s a wonderful idea. Going abroad would be a good way to clear your mind." In fact, Aunt Clare had been wanting to advise Rebecca to leave T City herself. So, when Rebecca brought it up, Aunt Clare readily agreed.

Rebecca suddenly turned her head. "Aunt Clare, what about you?"

Aunt Clare chuckled and took Rebecca’s hand. "I have no family of my own, so of course, I’ll go with you and take care of you."

Rebecca said seriously, "No, you don’t have to. You should go and pursue your own happiness!"

"What?" Aunt Clare didn’t seem to understand what Rebecca was saying.

Rebecca smiled faintly. "Actually, I know that for the past twenty-odd years, you’ve stayed at the Quentin Residence out of gratitude to Daddy for saving you when you were in dire straits. Daddy tried to persuade you to leave once, but you were never willing. I know you were reluctant to go. But I’ve also heard that for over twenty years, an elegant and handsome man in your hometown has been waiting for you... I believe you’ve long since repaid Daddy for his kindness. Now, it’s time for you to pursue your own happiness."

"I..."

"I’m grown up now. You don’t have to worry about me anymore. I’ll learn to protect and take care of myself."

「At the same time, XX Hotel.」

Howard Geoffrey gently opened the door to the suite. He saw Christine Quinn, wrapped in a blanket, leaning on the sofa, apparently waiting for his return.

He put down his suit jacket and walked softly towards her.

"Christine," he murmured.