CHAPTER 394: CHAPTER 394: THE DEAL WITH GRACE WEXLER

Eleanor Hollis nodded. Unable to see anything, she was very panicked. In such darkness, even a slight sound could throw her into confusion. So, as Hugo Quinn said, don’t go out.

Hugo Quinn wished he could step abroad in a single stride. He had someone prepare a private plane and immediately went to Morvania.

Because Grace Wexler was imprisoned in a Morvania jail.

Grace Wexler hadn’t been panicked in these past two days because she knew Hugo Quinn would definitely come looking for her.

Her lips curved slightly as she quietly leaned her head against the wall.

She wouldn’t fall twice over the same man. Since Hugo Quinn liked Eleanor Hollis, she’d make Eleanor blind!

Hearing someone calling her name outside, a glint of laughter flashed in Grace Wexler’s eyes. It seemed Hugo Quinn was here; how could the man possibly leave Eleanor unattended? He must be in a panic now.

It was a drug the old lady had given her back then, saying it could help her get revenge on Eleanor Hollis.

She truly wanted to thank the old lady, even though she didn’t like her one bit.

But she had to admit, this person’s mind was truly deep.

Hugo Quinn came in, aware she was now going to negotiate terms, so he spoke directly.

"What do you want? What would it take to get the antidote?"

The things from the Wexler Family were quite sinister. They generally came with an antidote, like a virus. If they dared to release it, naturally there would be an antidote to fight the virus. This was the result of research by dozens of top talents day and night, outside doctors simply couldn’t reach this level.

The Wexler Family’s things generally killed invisibly, which is why they’ve grown so rapidly over the years.

Unfortunately, human greed is insatiable, and ultimately, they still died of greed.

"What do I want, anything goes? Hugo Quinn, I’ve told you before, I hate you. Do you think I would hand over the antidote?"

Grace Wexler’s face was full of ridicule, looking at him disdainfully.

Hugo Quinn’s face stiffened, his eyes instantly deepening.

"I can agree to any request."

Grace Wexler began to laugh, this man was truly passionate, so passionate that she felt jealous.

"Alright, let me out, and, have a relationship with me, I want to bear your child."

She squinted her eyes, her words utterly disgusting.

Hugo Quinn’s complexion instantly darkened. He knew Grace Wexler was a very desperate woman, but what he hadn’t expected was that even after being jailed, she was still thinking about such things.

Grace Wexler seemingly knew what he was thinking, and her lips curled.

"I don’t like you, I just want to disgust Eleanor Hollis. You both made life difficult for me, I’m naturally going to live to irritate you. If Eleanor knew I bore you a child, she’d probably collapse, right?"

Grace Wexler was now like someone with nothing to lose. If Hugo Quinn didn’t agree, she wouldn’t release the antidote, doubting the man could bear to see Eleanor suffer.

"I won’t agree, Eleanor wouldn’t either, I have to respect her choice. If she knew it was like this, she certainly wouldn’t want to regain sight. Miss Wexler, suit yourself, I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of in jail."

Hugo Quinn got up, intending not to continue the conversation.

Grace Wexler’s eyes slowly narrowed, filled with mockery.

"Do you think the drug merely makes her sleepless? Hugo Quinn, you’re thinking too simply, half a month, if she doesn’t take the Wexler Family’s drug within half a month, she’ll die, will you really let her die?"

Hugo Quinn’s footsteps instantly froze. Would she die?

How could he bear Eleanor’s death? He cared for her so much, wishing he could send the world’s best things to her side.

"Your proposed conditions won’t work."

Having a bit of anything with this woman would be worse than death for Eleanor.

Grace Wexler’s eyes flickered, her tone stiffened.

"Is sleeping with me so unbearable? Hugo Quinn, this world isn’t just about Eleanor Hollis—every woman is the same to a man."

She had met too many men, all of them outwardly affectionate, hypocrites.

Hugo Quinn was surely the same, just pretending to be affectionate here.

"I said, your conditions won’t work, change them."

Hugo Quinn’s face showed no expression, seemingly refusing any negotiation.

Grace Wexler softly curled her lips.

"Alright, don’t like this one, let’s change, first, I want out, secondly, you need to meet a friend of mine. He won’t kill you or harm you, but you must listen to him; otherwise, our deal can’t proceed, and the drug is with him, I’m just a prisoner."

Hugo Quinn’s expression didn’t change, as long as it wasn’t having something to do with this woman, he could accept anything.

Even if it meant giving up Grandeur, he’d willingly hand it over.

"Where is your friend?"

"First, get me out."

Grace Wexler had grown quite a bit compared to before, probably because of the certainty of victory, her entire aura changed.

Hugo Quinn quickly reported to the authorities here. Since the Crawford Family was also helping him, he easily took Grace from jail.

Seeing the sunlight outside, warmth filled Grace Wexler’s heart. She knew she wouldn’t end just like this.

Hugo Quinn followed behind her to meet the so-called friend.

Cars stopped in front of a villa, outside there was no one, unsure if anyone was ambushed inside.

But he didn’t dare to think too much, Eleanor was still waiting for him to bring the drug back.

Upon entering the villa, there was a person sitting in the living room; this person was entirely cloaked in black, making it impossible to see his appearance, showing only a pair of sharp eyes.

"Mr. Quinn, please sit."

The man’s mouth pressed slightly, pointing to the seat opposite him.

Hugo Quinn didn’t know what they were really up to, he immediately sat opposite.

"Now, answer my questions, just answer, but also look into my eyes, look at this clock."

In Hugo Quinn’s mind, something quickly flashed, then he nodded.

Thirteen questions, his responses left no gaps.

"Mr. Quinn, you can rest now, you surely feel sleepy, don’t you? When you wake, you’ll forget everything with Eleanor Hollis; she’s not your most loved one, Grace Wexler is. You’ll take Grace back to Serenford, Mr. Quinn, remember my words."

If Hugo Quinn were clear-headed, he’d definitely realize this was hypnotism.

He hadn’t researched hypnotism before, but had seen top hypnotists put people under in a minute, making even strong-willed adults fall into a trance. Hypnotism has now become a method of treating psychological trauma. However, the higher the hypnotist’s level, the more mysterious they become, reluctant to come out for such things anymore.

Hugo Quinn’s mind was groggy, his rational mind told him not to fall asleep, because once asleep, everything would be over.

Yet he felt so dizzy, in the end, he couldn’t resist, falling asleep on the bed.

A flash of ecstasy crossed Grace Wexler’s face, her lips curved upwards.

"Did it work?"

The man nodded, slowly standing up.