�Hmm, never in love��

Quinton rubbed his fingers together. His gaze slowly turned gloomy as his memories overwhelmed him.

He was once stubborn enough to fall in love. After that, he swore never to fall in love again.

That kind of thing was no different from poison. Once a person got in touch with it, one would be filled with deep pain. It was even fatal.

Quinton was about to ask someone to give Stefan a ride home to Hunt Manor. However, his subordinate hurriedly came to inform him about something.

�Sir, there�s an issue. A group of thugs came. They want us to deliver that b*stard, Stefan, to them. If not, they�re going to set this pawnshop on fire!�

�Humph! They�re so bold! How dare they make a scene in my territory?�

�They� They look extraordinary, and they come fully armed. The key is the leader comes from a very strong background, so we don�t dare to act rashly. So, please� step forward!�

�Okay, I�m curious as to who is courting death!�

Quinton brought nothing as he went to Carmine Pawnshop in his casual clothes.

The large ancient gate of Carmine Pawnshop exuded a majestic magnificence. The front courtyard was covered with slab stones several thousand square feet wide. Tall and upright pine trees were planted at either side of the gate, in addition to two large ferocious-looking lion statues that were placed at either side of the door. A large blue signboard was hung above the door with �Carmine Pawnshop.�

For Water Dock, Carmine Pawnshop was an important landmark that symbolized absolute solemnity and power. It was a presence that guarded the condition of the whole dock.

Generally, the front courtyard of Carmine Pawnshop was guarded by two rows of security guards. The whole place was quiet and solemn. Besides, it was vastly different from the other crowded, noisy, and messy places in Water Dock.

However, the gate of Carmine Pawnshop was quite crowded. Some who carried along firearms waved them high in the air, chanting, �Hand him over! Hand him over! Hand him over!�

The leader was standing on high ground with no weapon but a torch. At the same time, that person led the crowd and shouted with all her might, �If you don�t hand him over, we�ll set this place on fire! Hand him over! If not, we�ll set fire!�

Quinton walked out and looked closely to find that the leader was a woman.

Besides, he knew that woman. She was the heir of the Murphy family, Seraphina. According to rumors, the Murphy family was going to ally themselves with the Hunt family through marriage.

In other words, this woman was Stefan�s future wife. So, she was his sister�s past rival in love. Well, how could he let her off the hook?

At first, Quinton was a bit angry, but he flared up in a rage because that woman was his sister�s rival in love.

�Miss Seraphina, I�ve heard a lot about you. You�re just a spoiled young lady. Why have you come to this bloody, run-down purgatory of mine?� JrNovels.com