Chapter 467

It's said Wade died a horrible death.

When Isabella heard the news, she didn't feel particularly happy.

Wade was scum and not worth mourning, but it was regrettable that Lova's once beautiful life was completely ruined, and she could never come back.

Seeing Isabella's lack of enthusiasm, Seb invited her to the riverside to watch the fireworks.

The fireworks in Silvercrest were renowned. As dusk settled, a luxurious cruise ship slowly sailed down the river. Isabella leaned against the railing, feeling the river breeze brush her cheeks, and finally, her mood began to calm.

Massive fireworks shot into the sky, drawing a bright line in the dark night before blooming into brilliant flowers after a few seconds.

One after another, the fireworks lit up the river.

Isabella was still in awe when she felt something fall from the sky into the river.

She caught it, realizing it was a rose petal.

Isabella was even more astonished to see a rain of rose petals falling from the sky.

In no time, the cruise ship was covered in petals.

The crowd watching the fireworks by the river let out a faint cheer.

Following the sound, she saw the fireworks in the sky forming a sentence.

"Bella, marry me."

Isabella unconsciously read it aloud, catching a glimpse of a tall figure approaching.

She saw Seb, dressed in a suit, walking towards her step by step.

When he reached her, he knelt on one knee, holding a box with a sparkling diamond ring inside.

Seb solemnly proposed, "Bella, let's get married."

"The last wedding was my fault for not considering everything, which led to an accident. This time, please give me your hand. I promise I won't let you get hurt again."

"Bella, marry me."

Isabella covered her mouth, emotions surging within her. After calming down, she finally said, "I do."

Seb placed the ring on her finger, then embraced her.

That night, the fireworks by the river lasted for over an hour.

In a building by the river, Richard watched everything through the window.

He downed his drink, then sat on the sofa, sending a video he had just recorded to Nina.

He had just sent it when he realized it failed to deliver.

Richard frowned slightly, not knowing when Nina had deleted him.

But upon reflection, it made sense.

Richard thought for a moment and called his assistant in. "Book me a flight back to Lakina, the earliest available."

The assistant looked puzzled. "You want to go back to Lakina? But there's a shareholders' meeting tomorrow."

Richard had forgotten about that..

Now that he was the head of the Black Family, his position was not yet secure.

Beneath the seemingly calm surface, who knew how many undercurrents lay in wait.

He had to attend tomorrow's shareholders' meeting.

Richard's brow furrowed deeply. After a moment, he said in a low voice, "Then book it for after the meeting."

"But after the meeting, you have many other engagements."

Richard's brow furrowed even deeper. "What's the latest I can leave?"

The assistant said, "Your schedule is packed for the next six months."

"No later than three months! Arrange all the engagements and expedite everything." Ricahrd voiced seriously.

A hint of worry flashed across the assistant's face. He want to say something but gave up when he saw Richard's determined expression.

Richard sat alone on the sofa, repeatedly trying to add Nina as a friend.

There was no response.

He called Nina, but the number was no longer in service.

Richard knew Nina's temper too well. She was cutting him out of her life completely.

"Nina, wait for me. When I'm done, I'll go back to Lakina and apologize in person." Richard murmured, his fingers tracing the edges of his phone.

The scene tonight was too overwhelming. Quentin stood on a high building, quietly watching the fireworks show.

Then he took out a yellowed diary from his pocket. "Lova, did you see that? No matter what, the people you cared about finally got a good ending."

"Lova, I let Isabella go. Would that make you happy?"

As Quentin spoke, tears silently fell, dripping onto the diary.

He heard light footsteps behind him and turned to see Jason.

Quentin's gaze swept over Jason's face. "You're here."

Jason stood there, gripping the gun hidden in his sleeve tighter. "You knew I would come?"

Quentin sneered lightly. "If I hadn't deliberately leaked my whereabouts, do you think you could have found me so quickly?"

Jason didn't understand why Quentin would leak his whereabouts and thought he might have set a trap, so he cautiously observed his surroundings.

"Relax, it's just you and me here." Quentin reassured.

Jason was still wary but didn't back down. Even if there was a trap, he was determined to face it.

Quentin reached into his pocket, and Jason nervously drew his gun, pointing it at Quentin.

Quentin paused, then set the diary on fire with his lighter.

Jason's eyes widened. "Is that..."

Quentin didn't answer. He held the corner of the burning diary, not flinching even as the flames reached his fingers.

The burning flesh emitted an indescribable smell.

Jason frowned. "Quentin, do you think this will atone for your sins? What you did to Lova was worse than what that scum Wade did."

Quentin frowned, his expression serious. "Don't compare me to that scum Wade. I'm not like him!"

"You're right. Wade was a scumbag who couldn't control his urges, and you're a lunatic who can't control your mind!" Jason shouted.

Quentin's sharp gaze fell on Jason's face.

Jason wasn't afraid. Instead, he smiled. "Lova was first destroyed by Wade, then tortured by you until she died. Quentin, ask yourself, if you hadn't forcibly hypnotized her, would she have ended up in such pain?"

Jason continued, "Lova was too kind. She always thought you could be saved, so in her few moments of clarity, she never harmed you. But she was wrong. You took advantage of her kindness, hypnotized her, and made her love you under hypnosis. But when she was clear-headed, she regretted it deeply. Quentin, do you even deserve to be called human?"

Jason's words seemed to hit a nerve. Quentin's eyes turned red, glaring at Jason with a murderous look.

After a long pause, Quentin sneered, "What do you know?"