Free Web NovelChapter 402: Chapter 399: Quentin Grant Flies into a Rage
Quinn Sullivan lowered her head. "I just had itchy fingers and wanted to try something thrilling."
Lillian Bancroft snorted. "Try something thrilling? Did you think about the consequences?"
"No."
"What’s your family’s situation? What do your parents do?"
She clamped her mouth shut, not saying a word, clearly unwilling to discuss the topic.
"Are you married?"
She shook her head. "I’m not old enough to be married. I’m only twenty-two."
"That’s not young."
"I don’t even have a boyfriend."
"Are you willing to be the First Lady?" he blurted out.
She sat on the toilet lid. "No way. Are you one of his recruiters or something?"
"Why not?"
"I just don’t want to," she said slowly. "No other reason."
"If you refuse, I’ll have you thrown in prison."
Quinn Sullivan shot to her feet. "You..."
He looked at her. ’The First Lady, a necessary woman. If I were to choose a relative of some high-ranking official, it would inevitably create political bias. It’s better to find an ordinary girl.’
"Countless women would kill for this position. Offering it to you is a blessing."
"If it’s so great, then why did the previous First Lady leave?" Her casual question made Lillian Bancroft’s chest ache.
He slowly raised his hand, pulling down his mask and taking off his sunglasses.
His entire face was revealed to Quinn Sullivan.
It scared her half to death.
"You... You’re actually..." She was in a complete panic. With a THUD, she fell to her knees. Even though the impact sent a sharp pain through them, she didn’t dare make a sound.
"Supreme Leader, I... I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was you."
He looked down at her and repeated, "So, are you willing to be my First Lady or not?"
"If I don’t... what will happen...?" she asked, looking up pitifully. Her heart was filled with endless regret. ’All I, Quinn Sullivan, ever wanted in life was to make a bit of money, but I never thought... this isn’t making money, this is courting disaster!’
"Under normal legal proceedings, you’d get a prison sentence of a few years. But under my orders... life in prison."
Only one sentence was screaming in Quinn Sullivan’s mind: ’How can he be so ruthless! Who coerces someone like this?! Damn it!’
"Fine, I’ll agree." She then stood up on her own. "But you have to protect me. No matter what I do wrong, you can’t kill me, and you can’t let me go to prison."
"No problem." He put his mask and sunglasses back on, a cryptic smile playing on his lips.
The injury on Catherine Callahan’s leg had mostly healed, but in her heart, she hated Nora Ainsworth to death.
She swore she wouldn’t rest until she got her revenge.
So, after finding out the address of the kindergarten the two Grant children attended, she hired two people to teach the kids a lesson.
During the afternoon playtime at the kindergarten, she claimed to be a relative and demanded to see the children.
The kindergarten teacher didn’t let her in, but instead brought the children she’d asked to see to the main gate.
"Dylan, Elmer, it’s me." She put on a show of enthusiasm, waving at the two boys.
Who would have thought that as soon as the boys saw it was her, they would immediately turn around and start walking back on their little legs.
"Don’t go! Auntie bought you some delicious treats."
Dylan looked at the teacher. "Teacher, this lady has used the same trick to try and fool us before. Teacher, she’s a liar."
Hearing this, the kindergarten teacher immediately said, "You need to leave right now, or I’m calling the police!"
Catherine Callahan, having been rebuffed, returned to the Grant Residence in a rage.
The plan was a complete failure.
She decided not to act for the time being.
All in all, today’s venture was a bust.
When Nora Ainsworth went to pick up the boys from kindergarten that afternoon, she heard about Catherine Callahan’s visit.
Nora Ainsworth immediately understood her intentions, which were painfully obvious.
She spoke with the teacher about what had happened, then took the two boys home.
As soon as they got home, Quentin Grant was the first to speak. "They asked us to go back for dinner. Nora, do you want to? If not, I’ll go by myself."
Nora Ainsworth said softly, "What are you talking about? The four of us are a unit now. It wouldn’t be right for you to go back alone."
Dylan picked up his milk and drank it slowly. "We do need to see that old woman who tried to kidnap us."
Elmer added, "Exactly. Just letting it go isn’t my style."
Quentin Grant was a little confused. "What?"
"Daddy, that woman I hit at Grandpa and Grandma’s house last time came to our kindergarten today. She tried to pretend she was our relative and wanted to take us away. Luckily, your son—me—is quick-witted and saw right through her stupid trick. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be seeing your two most adorable sons right now!"
Hearing this, a tidal wave of fury was about to erupt from within Quentin Grant, but he forced himself to remain calm. "She wanted to take you away? We’ll see if she can get past your daddy’s fists."
Nora Ainsworth looked at the two boys, her expression unreadable. "Let’s go. We’ll have dinner at Grandma’s house together."
After buying a gift, the four of them returned to the Grant Residence.
Dinner was already prepared. Nicholas Ainsworth and Jean Grant were both there.
As soon as they walked in, Mr. Grant waved excitedly. "Dylan, Elmer, come to Grandpa."
The two boys trotted over and nestled up beside him.
Nora Ainsworth sat down next to Catherine Callahan, then immediately turned her head. "I want to know what you meant by pretending to be a relative today and trying to take my two boys."
Her words shocked the Grant family.
Mrs. Grant expressed her doubt. "How could Catherine do that?"
Jean Grant remained silent, waiting to hear the rest.
Mr. Grant looked at Catherine Callahan. "Catherine, what were you trying to do?"
"I just went to see the children." Coming from Catherine Callahan’s mouth, neither Nora Ainsworth nor Quentin Grant believed it for a second.
Nora Ainsworth sneered. "We know exactly what you were trying to do. But you shouldn’t have targeted the children, even if you didn’t succeed."
Catherine Callahan glared back at her. "What, so your sons are allowed to run around with no manners? Since you as parents don’t know how to raise them, why don’t I do it for you?"
Quentin Grant was already struggling to suppress his anger. Hearing this, his voice became bone-chillingly cold. "Who did you say has no manners?"
Catherine Callahan looked at him without fear. "A bitch’s children are bitches, too."
Before Nora Ainsworth could speak, Quentin Grant stood up and walked over to Catherine Callahan. "This isn’t the first time you’ve tried to pull this shit right in front of me. But I won’t allow it anymore. Even if the Grant family owes you, I don’t."
He reached out, grabbed a handful of Catherine Callahan’s hair, and slammed her straight onto the floor.
A loud THUD resounded. It was completely unexpected; no one thought Quentin Grant would actually lay a hand on her.
Catherine Callahan’s head was spinning from the impact. Before she could even react, a foot came down hard on her face and ground into it.
A scream rang out. Mrs. Grant quickly stood up. "Quentin, what are you doing? Let her go!"
Jean Grant couldn’t bear to watch. "Brother, are you trying to disfigure her?"
