Chapter 450

Reginald Quincy's knuckles turned white as he gripped his phone, his voice tight with suppressed fury. "I'm warning you—release my daughter immediately!"

His Adam's apple bobbed as he added, "Or I'll call the police right now!"

Richard Langley's light chuckle came through the line. "The police?"

The laugh dripped with undisguised mockery.

Reginald's spine stiffened. "The Langley family wouldn't want this kind of trouble, would they?"

"Trouble?" Richard drawled. "You should worry about your own house first, Mr. Quincy."

The words sent a jolt through Reginald. "What do you mean?"

Only the dial tone answered him.

Reginald stared at the darkened screen, his chest heaving.

Then his phone vibrated.

A notification flashed: #Shocking Truth Behind the Quincy Sisters#

His fingers trembled as he tapped the link.

His face drained of color the moment he saw the contents.

Frantically, he exited and opened Twitter.

The top ten trending topics were all about the Quincy family.

#Beatrice Quincy's Luck Transfer# sat at the top, marked with a glaring "BREAKING."

The world spun around Reginald.

He clicked the topic. Pinned at the top was Bianca Fairchild's verified exposé.

The lengthy post detailed Beatrice's years of exploiting her as a "luck charm," even revealing her own status as an adopted daughter—merely a "living talisman" cultivated for Beatrice's benefit.

The comments section had exploded.

[What the hell? This is medieval superstition in the 21st century?]

[So all of Beatrice's opportunities came from this? Disgusting!]

[No wonder Bianca always looked off—she was being drained this whole time.]

[The Quincy family is terrifying. Treating people like tools?]

The fatal blow came with Bianca's attached evidence: audio recordings, videos, and photos of injuries.

Each piece tore through the Quincy family's carefully constructed facade like a knife.

Reginald's vision darkened.

Bianca had prepared all this before boarding her flight.

She'd been waiting for this moment far too long.