Quentin had just left when Charlotte emerged from her room.
Seeing her troubled expression, Emma and the others quickly approached her.
“Charlotte, what happened? Why do you look so upset?”
Seeing the worried faces of her family, Charlotte hesitated for a moment before recounting everything that had happened at the Pittman family.
“Those Pittmans! They always take our things!”
“Sis, I’ll help you get the money back. They must have gone back on their word and kept the necklace for themselves!”
The whole family was furious.
“Mom, Dad, don’t worry. I’ll find a way to get the money back,” Charlotte said helplessly.
“Sigh, if they really go back on their word, it will be hard for us to fight them,” Emery added, feeling powerless and resentful towards his biased father.
Charlotte fell silent. Meanwhile, Rashad quietly slipped out of the house and called Quentin. He believed Quentin would have a solution.
“Hello, Quentin…” Rashad began, explaining what had happened to Charlotte at the Pittman family.
“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it,” Quentin replied, his eyes flashing with cold determination.
The Pittman family had crossed the line too many times. This time, they would learn a hard lesson.
Quentin drove swiftly to the Pittman family mansion.
“Who are you looking for? You’re not welcome here!” The security guards recognized Quentin and blocked his way.
“Get out of my way! Tell Russell to come out and see me!” Quentin shouted, his imposing presence intimidating the guards. He pushed one aside, and the others stood frozen in place.
Quentin stormed into the Pittman family hall, where everyone was gathered around the dining table, laughing and enjoying their meal. Their smiles froze when they saw Quentin.
“Quentin, what are you doing here? This is no place for you!” Zaire Pittman shouted from the table.
“It’s not your place to speak. Shut up,” Quentin retorted, his aura making everyone shiver.
“Who do you think you are, Quentin? How dare you cause trouble in our home? Speak your business or get out,” Russell demanded sternly.
“I’m here to take back what’s mine,” Quentin said, his gaze locking onto Georgia. She felt an unprecedented pressure under his stare.
Feeling guilty, Georgia clutched the Eternal Love necklace around her neck.
“Why are you looking at me? There’s nothing of yours here. Get out!” Georgia’s voice wavered with guilt.
“I heard the Pittman family took the necklace I gave to Charlotte. I’m here to take it back. Don’t blame me if things get ugly,” Quentin warned as he walked over to Georgia and grabbed the necklace. Georgia resisted, holding on tightly.
“What are you doing? Let go! This is mine!”
“Smack!”
Quentin slapped Georgia hard across the face. She screamed, a red handprint blooming on her cheek. The pain made her release the necklace to cover her face, and Quentin yanked it off her neck.
The Pittman family members, knowing Quentin’s skills, didn’t dare intervene.
“I warned you not to resist. This slap is for Charlotte,” Quentin said coldly, his presence silencing Georgia.
“Quentin, how dare you cause such a scene!” Russell fumed. “Zaire, call the police and tell Mr. Hoffman someone has broken into our home and is stealing our property.”
Zaire immediately called Mr. Hoffman at the police station.
“Who is this? Calling me at this hour?” Mr. Hoffman grumbled as he enjoyed drinks with friends.
“Sorry to bother you, Mr. Hoffman. This is Zaire. Our family head needs your help to arrest someone who has broken into our home and is stealing from us,” Zaire explained humbly.
“Who dares cause trouble in my jurisdiction? I’ll be there soon to arrest them!” Mr. Hoffman agreed quickly, eager to help the influential Pittman family from whom he had benefited greatly.
“Thank you, Mr. Hoffman. We’ll be waiting for you.”
After hanging up, Mr. Hoffman apologized to his friends. “Gentlemen, urgent business calls. We’ll meet again soon.”
“Mr. Hoffman, we understand. You’re known for your dedication to work. A true public servant!” one friend praised.
Feeling proud but feigning modesty, Mr. Hoffman excused himself and left to gather his men and head to the Pittman family mansion.
Back at the Pittman house, Zaire sneered at Quentin after ending the call.
“Quentin, you’re finished. Just wait and see.”
The Pittman family members wore sinister smiles.
“We’ll see what you can do. If it’s a fight you want, I’m ready,” Quentin said calmly as he pulled up a chair and sat down imposingly, exuding an aura that made everyone uneasy.