Chapter 418

Marvin made a break for Silvercrest, but he was stuck with nowhere to go and too scared to wander around. The Black Family had way too much power, and Marvin had no clue how far their reach went. If they caught him, it'd be game over.

Right now, Marvin needed to focus on staying safe. The only thing he could trust was the address Seb had given him before he left.

By the time Marvin got there, it was already dark.

He hid in the shadows, watching for over an hour. Only when he was sure everything was clear did he dare to go and open the door. Seb had given him the password, and he remembered it well.

As soon as he got the door open and stepped inside, the lights flicked on, and Marvin was suddenly forced to kneel.

Marvin's heart raced. He thought, 'The Black Family found me!' But then, the hands on his shoulders let go.

A pair of shiny men's leather shoes appeared right in front of him. Marvin looked up and saw a familiar face.

For a moment, Marvin was stunned, thinking he was seeing things. How could Zaire be here?

"What, don't recognize me?" Zaire said, clearly amused by Marvin's expression.

Marvin finally snapped out of it and jumped up. "Mr. Jose, it's really you. I'm not dreaming, right?"

"It's me," Zaire replied, just as Marvin hugged him tightly.

"You scared the hell out of me. I thought the Black Family had me!" Marvin said, almost in tears.

"Alright, that's enough," Zaire said, barely holding back a laugh. He patted Marvin's shoulder. "You're actually crying, man? What a softie!"

Marvin shot back, "Shut up! It was scary as hell, okay?"

Zaire handed him a box of tissues. "Just tell me, where's Isabella now?"

Marvin quickly straightened up. "At Quentin's research institute."

"Specific address?" Zaire asked.

Marvin nodded. "I can find the way, but..."

"But what?" Zaire pressed.

"But we might not be able to get in," Marvin admitted.

"I've already contacted the local police. They'll go with us. Is Isabella okay?" Zaire asked.

Marvin shook his head. "She's probably not doing well."

Quentin, not being a heart specialist, had called in the famous heart transplant surgeon, Loren Schneider, to do the surgery.

During the operation, Quentin was supposed to be there. But then, Bruno called and asked him to come back immediately.

Quentin could defy anyone but not Bruno.

The research institute was full of Quentin's people, and Loren was an old friend. Leaving everything to Loren, Quentin felt no worries.

Quentin drove up to the Black Family's place.

Their villa was perched on a mountaintop, with one side hanging over a cliff. It looked pretty dangerous.

Quentin parked, and a servant waiting in the yard nodded at him. "Mr. Black, you're here."

Quentin asked, "What's up with Mr. Bruno Black? Why'd he call me back so urgently?"

The servant hesitated. "Seems there's news about Mr. Wade Black."

Quentin had an older brother, Wade Black.

Years ago, Wade went overseas for business, and his cruise ship capsized. They never found his body, and after all these years, everyone assumed Wade was dead. But Quentin knew Bruno had never stopped looking for him. As Bruno put it, he wanted to see Wade alive or dead.

And now, that day had come!

A dark look flashed in Quentin's eyes, but he said nothing and headed straight upstairs to find Bruno.

In the study, Bruno threw a stack of photos at Quentin. "These were taken on a small island in Nyxonia. Look, is this Wade?"

Quentin picked up the photos and flipped through them.

Bruno sat behind the desk, his sharp eyes locked on Quentin's face.

After a few glances, Quentin said, "These photos are really blurry, and the guy looks dirty. He does resemble Wade, but his eyes don't quite match."

Before Quentin could finish, Bruno grabbed the ashtray on the desk and hurled it at him.

Quentin didn't have time to dodge. The ashtray hit him in the face, leaving a sharp wound on his cheek that started bleeding. The ashtray hit the floor with a dull thud.

Quentin turned his head slightly, first looking at the ashtray on the ground, then raising his eyes to meet Bruno's furious gaze.

Bruno roared, "Do you really think I don't know? Why did Wade's ship capsize for no reason back then? Why did he disappear? Do you think I know nothing?" He slammed the desk. "Quentin, I admire your ruthlessness, but even without Wade, you're not fit to be my successor. Do you think killing Wade would make me pass the position to you? Dream on!"

Quentin lowered his eyes, looking obedient. "Mr. Black, I really appreciate you helping me out when I needed it. I'd never do anything shady like that or even think about taking over the Black Family. Wade's the one for that job, whether he's around or not."

"Good!" Bruno said. "Then I'll leave the task of bringing Wade back to you. If anything goes wrong this time, you know the consequences!"

Quentin pressed his lips together. "Alright. I'll bring Wade back safely and hand him over to you."

Quentin walked out of the villa, the cold wind howling.

Sitting in the car, Quentin looked at the wound on his cheek in the mirror, and a murderous look flashed in his eyes.