Chapter 485
Reginald Quincy comforted Beatrice for a long time before her sobs subsided.
She quickly changed into clean clothes and ordered her secretary to restore the office to its original state. Then she hurriedly left the Beverly Hills complex.
Though the Quincy family owned property in Beverly Hills, they never resided there.
Especially recently—they wouldn’t dare set foot in the area.
Only the Laurent and Sullivan families lived in Beverly Hills year-round.
Would Reginald willingly walk into a trap?
He immediately dispatched elite bodyguards to escort Beatrice to the second most prestigious residential district in the city—Monarch Heights.
She was his only precious daughter. He couldn’t afford even the slightest mishap.
Evelyn Laurent had actually dared to lay hands on Beatrice!
The mere thought of it made Reginald’s blood boil.
This time, he would ensure Beatrice was heavily guarded. Let’s see what tricks Evelyn could pull then!
But for now, he had more pressing matters to attend to.
A cold smirk curled on Reginald’s lips.
He rose slowly.
The dimly lit hall was shrouded in heavy curtains that blocked out all natural light. Even with the lamps on, the air remained thick with suffocating tension.
With measured steps, Reginald walked toward the room at the end of the corridor.
"Mr. Sullivan, have you made your decision?"
Pushing the door open, he fixed a cold stare on the man inside.
The windowless chamber was illuminated only by a single dim wall lamp. At the simple table sat a man with an impassive expression.
Hearing the question, the man lifted his gaze, his eyes eerily calm.
"What exactly do you wish for me to consider, Uncle Quincy?"
It was Ethan Sullivan, who had been missing for days.
Outwardly composed, his mind was a tempest of turmoil.
Reginald had ruined his proposal plans.
The moment that should have been him kneeling before Evelyn with a ring had been stolen by Reginald’s underhanded tactics.
It all began with Xander Quincy’s invitation.
Ethan had gone without suspicion. After three years apart, catching up seemed natural.
But the moment they drank tea, both collapsed unconscious.
Reginald had drugged the tea and secretly imprisoned Ethan in this villa’s basement.
Xander was locked in the adjacent room.
The drug’s effects lingered, leaving Ethan weak and powerless.
His phone was gone—likely discarded.
"Ethan, your composure is truly admirable." Reginald clapped slowly, his eyes glinting with malice. "Even now, you’re still playing dumb with me?"
His voice dripped with icy venom. "Do you truly not know what I want?"
The memory of the Laurent and Sullivan families’ joint suppression over the past three years, along with the Valentines’ cold indifference, stoked Reginald’s fury.
As one of the four great families, the Quincys had been treated like discarded pawns—utterly defenseless!