Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 364 - You Will Regret This_1

Chapter 364: Chapter 364 You Will Regret This_1

On the highway, Quella Radcliffe was unaware of the danger approaching. Her eyes were fixed on the approaching road signs, and her heart was filled with urgency.

The clinical reports couldn’t possibly be fake, and the video recorded by Otis Radcliffe was very real.

She was certain that her grandfather was truly sick.

And he was on the brink of death.

She had cried many times on the road, and as she was about to reach Five-river Province, her mood became even heavier.

But when her car approached the ETC, the machine suddenly malfunctioned.

“Good day, ma’am.” An employee at the highway toll booth walked up to Quella Radcliffe’s car window and gently knocked.

“What’s the problem?” Quella Radcliffe lowered her window, asking anxiously, “Is the machine broken? I’m in a hurry, please make it quick!”

She took out a hundred yuan from her wallet and passed it to the staff member: “Can you let me go first?”

The toll was seventy-five yuan, but right now, Quella Radcliffe just wanted to rush to the hospital.

If she was delayed for even a few minutes and missed seeing Zade Radcliffe for the last time, she would feel guilty for the rest of her life.

“It’s like this, ma’am. We received a report that while you were driving on the highway, an object from your car broke the glass of the vehicle behind you. The car owner is currently in our office, please cooperate with us and go over there for a moment.”

The female toll collector explained with a smile.

The drivers in the ETC lane behind were impatiently honking, expressing their impatience.

“What’s going on up front! Hurry up!”

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The people of Five-river Province are known for their fierce nature, and their honking grew louder and more frequent.

“I haven’t thrown anything at all, you must be mistaken?” Quella Radcliffe looked at the toll collector, irritated.

She hadn’t opened the windows during the entire trip; how could she have thrown anything out?

“Please cooperate with us. As long as we confirm it wasn’t you, we will let you go immediately.” The female toll collector still wore a smile, as if it was the only expression she had.

“Fine! Where is the person?” Quella Radcliffe took a deep breath, not wanting to argue with anyone upon arrival; she planned to simply pay them off and leave.

As the CEO of Radcliffe Group, this amount of money was trivial to her; the most important thing was that her grandfather didn’t have much time left, and she couldn’t afford to waste it here.

“Please follow me.”

Guided by the collector, Quella Radcliffe drove her car to a vacant area outside the toll station and followed the collector into the inner part of the highway station.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw a middle-aged man holding a black umbrella, standing at the entrance.

“Is it you?” Quella Radcliffe opened her wallet, taking out a stack of money: “This should be enough. If it’s not, call me. No matter how much it is, I will give it to you without shortchanging you. I really have an emergency right now; can we settle it this way?”

“I don’t want money.” The man grinned: “I want your life!”

Whoosh!

Before Quella Radcliffe could react, the black umbrella came crashing down!

She felt only darkness before her eyes as she fainted.

The female toll collector quickly caught her and hoisted Quella Radcliffe up, carrying her to the BMW car Dempsey Davenport drove.

“Mr. Fairbanks, it’s taken care of. I’m heading to the sewage plant in the west of the city. You can make the call now.”

The middle-aged man put away the black umbrella and lit a cigarette from his pocket.

At that moment inside the Paper Drunk Golden Tavern, Julius Reed sat with Lucan Davenport in Finn Carmichael’s manager’s office, gradually analyzing who was manipulating the Wolf Cavalry from behind the scenes.

Now, Julius Reed didn’t want to reveal his identity, letting more people know he was alive; that way, he wouldn’t be able to dig out the people who betrayed him from the shadows.

As the three of them were discussing, Cosmo’s phone suddenly rang.

Seeing this call, Julius Reed’s heart tightened.

Cosmo was responsible for guarding Quella Radcliffe’s safety; it was very likely that something had happened to her.

“What happened!”

Julius Reed answered the phone, his nerves immediately tensing up.

Even Lucan Davenport and Finn Carmichael sitting beside him were surprised; Julius Reed had never seemed this anxious before.

“Master… I… I lost track of the mistress.”

With a crying tone, Cosmo recounted the whole incident.

When she returned to the villa, something felt off.

But after checking the location tracker hidden on Quella Radcliffe, and finding that she had been in the office the whole time, she felt relieved.

On the surveillance, she was also seen lying on the desk asleep.

However, Dempsey Davenport hadn’t anticipated being watched; she played with her cellphone for a while, and Cosmo immediately detected something amiss.

After rushing back to Radcliffe Group, Cosmo interrogated Dempsey Davenport and learned that Quella Radcliffe had secretly left for several hours.

“Dempsey Davenport, if anything happens to Quella Radcliffe, I’ll have you buried with her!”

Julius Reed said coldly.

“Master, it’s my fault, please punish me!”

Cosmo was extremely remorseful on the phone, it was hard to imagine that the Shadow Warrior, known as the Empress of the underworld, would blame herself so much.

“It’s not your fault, if she wanted to sneak away, it was to shake you off. Check where Dempsey Davenport’s car is.”

Julius Reed took a deep breath, trying to console Cosmo.

“In Five-river Province, it was stopped at the highway exit, I’ve retrieved the footage.”

Cosmo quickly replied.

Upon discovering that Quella Radcliffe was missing, she immediately traced Dempsey Davenport’s BMW.

“Good, don’t blame yourself. Since she’s within the province, I’ll handle it.”

Julius Reed hung up the phone, then looked up at Finn Carmichael, “Find the trace of this BMW for me.”

He pushed the cell phone towards Finn Carmichael, but before the image could be brought up, the phone suddenly rang.

“Is this Julius Reed? Your wife is in my hands, you’ve seen it, this is her cell phone. Be smart and come alone. If I find anyone following, your wife is done for!”

A sinister voice came through the phone.

“West City Sewage Plant, you have half an hour!”

“If a single hair on my wife is harmed, I’ll have your entire family buried with her!”

Whoosh!

Julius Reed slammed the desk fiercely and slowly stood up.

At that moment, the ring on his hand sparkled with a dazzling red light.

…

West City Sewage Plant.

Sterling Fairbanks was standing at the entrance to the sewage plant; despite the muggy air, he felt refreshed.

“Whimper, whimper, whimper…”

Quella Radcliffe was bound to a chair, a rag stuffed in her mouth, unable to scream for help.

“Julius Reed is quite fortunate, I haven’t encountered many delicate girls like you.”

Sterling Fairbanks turned and walked up to Quella Radcliffe, surveying her from top to bottom with a very greedy gaze.

Such a figure, such delicate skin, undoubtedly ignited his lustful fire.

But first, there was business to attend to, killing Julius Reed!

“Once I’m done, we’ll have a good time together!” Sterling Fairbanks swallowed his saliva, glanced at his watch on his wrist.

It had been fifteen minutes since he made the call.

“Boss, he’s here. Just one person, no other helpers detected around.”

The voice of Sterling Fairbanks’s bodyguard employee came through the earpiece.

“Keep a tight watch! Make sure no one else comes close!”

He turned to face the middle-aged man holding a black umbrella, “Uncle Percival, he’s here. Don’t kill him; crippling him is enough, I want to torture him properly!”

Having said that, he yanked the rag from Quella Radcliffe’s mouth, “Look closely, your man will soon be kneeling in front of me like a dog!”

“You will regret this!”

Quella Radcliffe looked at Sterling Fairbanks coldly, her face showing no fear.