At the Pittman family home, Russell and Dexter gathered in the hall, their faces gloomy and the atmosphere heavy.
At the Royal Hotel, not only did the Pittman family fail to host a successful engagement banquet, but they also lost face completely. It was a significant loss, a case of trying to steal a chicken only to end up losing the rice.
Georgia was crying uncontrollably in her room, with Brian beside her, handing her tissues to comfort her.
“Get out, don’t bother me!” Georgia shouted impatiently at Brian.
“Alright, alright, stop crying. Is crying useful now?” Brian was also a bit angry after being yelled at by Georgia.
“If it weren’t for your incompetence, we wouldn’t have lost so much face!” Georgia accused Brian.
“Blame me? The engagement banquet was set at the Royal Hotel; what more do you want from me?”
“I’ve done enough for you! Every time you just blame me! How was I supposed to know Quentin had such capabilities?”
“Take care of yourself; I’m done arguing with you!”
Brian, emotional, stormed out. He was fed up with Georgia; despite doing so much for her, he always ended up being scolded.
“Get out! Get out now! I never want to see you again!”
Georgia threw a pillow towards the door and collapsed on the bed, crying bitterly. She couldn’t accept losing to Charlotte.
Her heart was filled with hatred for Charlotte. No matter the cost, she was determined to take revenge and crush Charlotte underfoot.
The night was silent, the moon and stars sparse, and the Holland family remained as desolate as ever.
A black car stopped in front of the Holland family gate, and two figures emerged from it.
The dim streetlight illuminated their faces; it was Hendrix and Martha.
“Dad, why are you coming to the Holland family so late?” Martha complained.
“I’m here to talk to Quentin about something. What, you don’t want to see him?” Hendrix teased.
“Dad, I don’t want to see that guy!”
Martha Bradshaw’s words were contrary to her feelings. Before Hendrix came, she insisted on coming along, just to see Quentin.
Hendrix remained silent, smiling knowingly. He understood his daughter’s thoughts well.
Hendrix pressed the doorbell beside the Holland family gate, breaking the original silence of the place.
The once dark and dim Holland family lit up brightly, and steady footsteps could be heard from inside.
The Holland family gate slowly opened, revealing a petite figure-it was Sylvia.
“Uncle Hendrix, Martha, what brings you here so late?”
Sylvia asked in surprise.
“Sylvia, we’re here to talk to Quentin tonight,” Hendrix said, handing over the gifts he bought on the way.
“Uncle Hendrix, you’re too kind. Quentin is in the hall; come in.”
Though Sylvia worried that Quentin might be angry seeing them, she still led them inside.
After all, Hendrix had been on good terms with the Holland couple before. Last time Hendrix mentioned that the Holland couple might still be alive, it had shaken her a bit. So she felt it inappropriate to turn Hendrix and Martha away at the door.
The three entered the Holland family hall where Quentin was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper.
Quentin had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes with well-defined features. Martha was entranced by his serious look.
“What are you doing at the Holland family?” Quentin asked coldly upon seeing them.
“We came because we wanted to; why ask so many questions?” Martha retorted arrogantly.
“Martha! Say less,” Hendrix reprimanded. Martha sat down angrily on a chair, deliberately turning her head away from Quentin.
“Say what you need to and leave quickly. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude and throwing you out.”
Quentin’s tone was impatient.
“Quentin, I came to discuss something about the Bradshaw family,” Hendrix said politely.
“Discuss? Does your Bradshaw family qualify to discuss anything with me?”
Quentin dismissed Hendrix without any courtesy.
Hendrix didn’t dare get angry; instead, he smiled. Martha wanted to lash out but was stopped by a look from Hendrix. She could only fume silently on the side.
“Quentin, I know it was you who took down the Bradshaw family’s black industry chain.”
“I know that if this continues, one day you’ll destroy the Bradshaw family. But I hope you can show some mercy.”
Hendrix’s tone was pleading.
“Mercy? When your four families targeted my Holland family, did you show any mercy!?”
Quentin sneered.
“Quentin, I know I can’t stop you from taking down the Bradshaw family, but I hope you’ll give me a chance.”
“Let me carry out this action. By then, you can deal with the Bradshaw family as you wish, as long as you leave them a way out.”
Hendrix pleaded with Quentin.
“Alright, I’ll give you one chance.”
“Within three days, bring down Graeme. I want to hear news of his death.”
“If you can’t do it, I’ll handle it myself. Don’t blame me for being ruthless then.”
“Sylvia, see them out.”
Quentin waved them off and left.
“Thank you, Quentin.” Hendrix was grateful for this opportunity. If Quentin personally took down the Bradshaw family, they would surely vanish from Stresall.
Sylvia escorted Hendrix and Martha out of the Holland family. They bid Sylvia farewell and drove back to the Bradshaw family home.
In the car:
“Dad, why did you beg him?”
“Why are you so afraid of him? And why do we have to bring down Uncle Graeme for this?”
Martha asked in confusion and frustration.
“Martha, some things you’ll understand later. I’m doing this to protect you and the Bradshaw family’s safety.”
“The current Quentin is no longer just the eldest son of the Holland family.”
Hendrix sighed helplessly and didn’t explain much more to Martha.
The Bradshaw family’s current predicament could only be blamed on Graeme’s greed back then when he conspired with the other three families against the Holland family.