Chapter: 1267
"Don't worry. I told you I'm kind and generous. Of course, I won't bully a blind guy."
Quinton cracked a mean smile as he tried his best to poke at Stefan's sore spot and said,
"Blind guy, today's weather is rather good. Do you want me to take you out for sunbathing? You'll get so bored mulling over in the room all day."
Stefan became speechless.
Quinton continued, "Don't be a shy blind guy. I can be your white cane for the time being."
Stefan was rendered speechless again. Hence, a strange scene appeared. The once two sworn enemies of Beach City were now on the roof together, facing the river at the border of three kingdoms and lying on the lawn chairs comfortably.
They were basking in the sun leisurely. Of course, Quinton was enjoying himself thoroughly but Stefan was full of wrath.
"What do you want? Tell me. You don't have to humiliate me again and again!". He clenched his fists tightly. He struggled to get up from the lawn chair several times, but Quinton considerately pressed him down.
"Well, can't you relax? I told you we're here to enjoy some sunbathing. It'll help you to recover sooner. Why do you think I want to harm yi? Are you paranoid?"
When he reached that point, he fed a round and crisp grape into Stefan's mouth. "Have some fruits to give your body some vitamins."
Stefan flared up in a rage, but he could see nothing. He was just a disabled person. What else could he do?
"When are you going to let me go?"
He asked desperately with a low and deep voice.
But he regretted it the moment he raised that query.
It was because he did not have to ask that question at all. It was just humiliating himself.
Both the Hunt family and Carmine Pawnshop fought against each other vigorously that year. Quinton was a man who haggled over everything. He finally gained the victory. Why would he let his enemy back home?
Quinton slowly sipped the tea and gazed upon the wide river ahead of him. The world he created was beneath him. This world was once so glorious. Although it was gray, it at least brought him extreme power and endless wealth.
Unfortunately, this world could be ruined so easily by the man before him.
Logically, he should have fed Stefan to the crocodiles in the river, but... his desire to kill him had somewhat subsided.
It might be because of his sister or that he had been lying low for so many years. He did not like killing as much as he was in the past. JrNovels.com
Quinton cracked a mean smile as he tried his best to poke at Stefan's sore spot and said,
"Blind guy, today's weather is rather good. Do you want me to take you out for sunbathing? You'll get so bored mulling over in the room all day."
Stefan became speechless.
Quinton continued, "Don't be a shy blind guy. I can be your white cane for the time being."
Stefan was rendered speechless again. Hence, a strange scene appeared. The once two sworn enemies of Beach City were now on the roof together, facing the river at the border of three kingdoms and lying on the lawn chairs comfortably.
They were basking in the sun leisurely. Of course, Quinton was enjoying himself thoroughly but Stefan was full of wrath.
"What do you want? Tell me. You don't have to humiliate me again and again!". He clenched his fists tightly. He struggled to get up from the lawn chair several times, but Quinton considerately pressed him down.
"Well, can't you relax? I told you we're here to enjoy some sunbathing. It'll help you to recover sooner. Why do you think I want to harm yi? Are you paranoid?"
When he reached that point, he fed a round and crisp grape into Stefan's mouth. "Have some fruits to give your body some vitamins."
Stefan flared up in a rage, but he could see nothing. He was just a disabled person. What else could he do?
"When are you going to let me go?"
He asked desperately with a low and deep voice.
But he regretted it the moment he raised that query.
It was because he did not have to ask that question at all. It was just humiliating himself.
Both the Hunt family and Carmine Pawnshop fought against each other vigorously that year. Quinton was a man who haggled over everything. He finally gained the victory. Why would he let his enemy back home?
Quinton slowly sipped the tea and gazed upon the wide river ahead of him. The world he created was beneath him. This world was once so glorious. Although it was gray, it at least brought him extreme power and endless wealth.
Unfortunately, this world could be ruined so easily by the man before him.
Logically, he should have fed Stefan to the crocodiles in the river, but... his desire to kill him had somewhat subsided.
It might be because of his sister or that he had been lying low for so many years. He did not like killing as much as he was in the past. JrNovels.com
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