Chapter 471

With a swift judo throw, Xander Quincy crashed onto the cold pavement.

Bianca Fairchild didn't even glance back. She turned to Evelyn Laurent. "Let's go."

Xander lay motionless, staring blankly at her retreating figure.

Ethan Sullivan shook his head in pity before leaving. That look cut deeper than any blade.

Xander knew without doubt—she was Bianca.

But she had abandoned him.

Ethan's words echoed in his mind: You'll never win her heart.

Under the sunlight, Bianca radiated confidence and brilliance.

And him?

Three wasted years. Half the globe searched. Every lead vanished at the critical moment.

Then he spotted her at the airport upon returning.

She pretended not to know him.

The love in her eyes was gone.

"Brother? Why are you on the ground?" Beatrice Quincy's masked face twisted in disgust. "You...what happened to you?"

The disheveled man before her bore no resemblance to the proud Quincy heir.

He'd vanished abroad after his hospital discharge, barely contacting anyone. They'd only lured him back with family troubles.

Xander rose coldly. Disgust surged when he saw his sister. "What do you want?"

"Brother!" Beatrice reached for his arm, but he jerked away. "You never treated me like this before! What's so special about Bianca? She's beneath us!"

Her voice dropped to a hiss. "Think of the family's reputation."

"For my sake?" Xander sneered. "Or the Quincys'?"

Beatrice clenched her jaw, forcing concern. "Mother's ill. That's why we called you back. Clean yourself up before Father sees you like this."

Xander studied her until she shivered. Then he said flatly, "Lead the way."