Chapter 494

"If Ethan Sullivan isn't back by tomorrow, I'll pay another visit."

Evelyn Laurent's icy gaze swept over Beatrice Quincy's pallid face. With a tap of her finger, the video call ended abruptly.

Beatrice collapsed to the floor, her legs too weak to stand.

Those once-smiling almond eyes were now filled with terror.

The click of Evelyn's heels against the floor echoed like a death knell, each step sending tremors through Beatrice's body.

Outside the Lowell estate, the sunlight was perfect.

Evelyn squinted slightly, idly toying with the bracelet on her wrist.

The Quincy family's reaction said it all—Ethan was indeed in Reginald Quincy's clutches, along with that Xander Quincy.

But he wasn't in mortal danger.

Did the old fox think kidnapping and blackmail would work?

Evelyn scoffed and hailed a cab.

"Beverly Hills."

As the scenery blurred past the window, her fingers drummed lightly against her knee.

Beatrice was the perfect bargaining chip.

"Evelyn!"

Victoria Langley hurried forward, her eyes scanning her daughter.

"He's with Reginald Quincy." Evelyn plucked an apple from the fruit bowl. "I gave him twenty-four hours."

A crisp crunch.

Juicy sweetness burst between her teeth.

Victoria shook her head with a wry smile. "You..."

"He dared to touch what's mine." Evelyn's eyes narrowed. "I'll make sure his precious daughter learns what true despair feels like."

The weight in her chest lifted.

Now that she knew Ethan was with Reginald, she felt oddly at ease.

That man... was no pushover.

"Just wait and see." Evelyn grinned like a sly cat. "Ethan will turn the Quincy family inside out."

Victoria arched a brow. "That confident?"

"You have no idea." Evelyn swung her foot lightly. "Of all people, Reginald had to kidnap him—"

Her phone buzzed before she could finish.

A message from the Lowell security team: All Quincy accounts under surveillance.

Evelyn burst into laughter.

"It's begun."

Meanwhile, at the Quincy mansion—

Reginald Quincy shattered a teacup against the floor.

"Useless! All of you!"

On the surveillance feed, Beatrice still trembled uncontrollably.

A vein throbbed at his temple.

He'd intended to use Ethan as leverage against the Lowells—only to find himself outmaneuvered.

But the worst was yet to come.

"Sir!" The butler rushed in, panic-stricken. "Sullivan Group just cut off three of our shipping routes!"

Reginald's vision darkened.

What kind of monster had he provoked?