Love At The Wrong Table

“This is Heaven’s retribution against you!”

Every word that Alton spoke struck at Terence’s vulnerability. His main objective was to force Terence to leave.

However, Terence did not give in. Instead, he stood outside the door with a somber expression, refusing to budge.

Suddenly, Alfred’s ears perked up before he vanished into the darkness of the night.

In the next moment, he appeared in front of the young girl, who had been hiding behind the stone, secretly eavesdropping on the conversation.

“Ah!”

Marilyn shrieked in surprise as she fell on her backside due to his sudden appearance.

“Didn’t Old Mr. Quillen tell you to wait in the car? What are you doing here?”

Alfred narrowed his eyes as he scrutinized her, emitting a menacing aura.

“I-I…” Marilyn was terrified, shuffling backward on her buttocks. Her mind was racing as she knew that Alfred was truly capable of harming her!

“Alfred, let her go,” Terence spoke just in time, forcing Alfred to stop.

Meanwhile, Marilyn felt as if she had narrowly escaped a disaster as she quickly scurried away.

Her heart was pounding with a mix of fear and excitement!

she had no clue what had happened, she couldn’t help but wonder why they were being so secretive.

Terence better, even if

at least invite me in for tea!”

saw that Terence refused to leave, he sighed and opened the

large dogs

the two beasts didn’t bark when they saw Terence and Alfred. It was as if they recognized them.

the building, saying wearily, “Terence, why have you returned? Don’t you know that every time you do, it brings about bloodshed

years ago, Tony suffered from depression and ultimately died in a car accident. After a police investigation,

to his hometown for burial, which was the last time he returned to

assassins. They were all after Tony’s possession before his death-the Heart of the

always done his best to avoid visiting his hometown.

of others mocking the Quillen family for having no heirs. Regardless, he understood that deep down, whenever he stepped foot in his hometown, it would inevitably attract people, people who wanted to get their hands

been repeatedly targeted by several forces. Over time, he came to realize that someone was eyeing

Alton remained indifferent no matter how much noise these people made. He knew that all their efforts would be in vain as long as

would have the audacity to come back to

were in vain. So, he could only grit his teeth and let the

will have to be passed on to the younger generation!” Terence sighed solemnly.

“Who?” Alton asked.

and my grandson-in-law!”

remarked, “I have high hopes