Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 318

This entire terraced hillside featured two rows of grand estates, all belonging exclusively to Quentin. He was the sole owner. These houses weren't meant for hosting random guests—they were his private residences. Each estate boasted a completely unique architectural style, and thanks to a dedicated staff, they remained impeccably spotless. The front area was designed as an expansive garden.

The moment they drove in, Madeline saw a breathtaking, massive fountain and a sprawling reflecting pool. The opulence was staggering. The entire driveway was flanked by vibrant blooms, their rich fragrance filling the air. After passing the main gates, they drove for another ten minutes before the widely spaced mansions finally came into view. Every single one was brilliantly illuminated, creating a lavish, thriving atmosphere. Finally, their car pulled onto the pristine parking pavilion of a stunning, multi-structured European estate. The grounds were paved entirely in marble, the ceilings soared to dizzying heights, and the color palette was a luxurious blend of cream, black, and gold.

It was absolutely gorgeous.

The car door opened, and Quentin led her inside. Madeline looked around in awe, having never set foot in a place so breathtakingly extravagant.

They hadn't even been seated for a moment when the landline rang. It was a call from the security station several miles away. Quentin picked it up, his expression shifting slightly. "They're here already."

"Who's here?" Madeline asked.

"Eleanor," Quentin replied flatly.

A flicker of fear crossed Madeline's face. "Should I go somewhere else?"

Madeline's heart hammered in her chest. She had suffered through two violent beatings, both completely unprovoked punishments ordered by that vicious old woman. The thought of her brought genuine terror, but Quentin simply said, "No need."

Quentin's tone was ruthless, entirely devoid of mercy.

Madeline nodded, quickly digesting the overwhelming information. Not only was their relationship strained, but they were practically at each other's throats, only pretending to be a happy family for the sake of the bigger picture.

Eleanor had stolen what rightfully belonged to Quentin and Madeline. Most of Madeline's inheritance and her trust fund were currently under Eleanor's control.

As for Quentin's share, Madeline had done some digging before. Originally, all the family shares in the Prescott Group were meant for Quentin to inherit. Now, he only held a tiny fraction of them. His massive wealth actually came from the empire he had built entirely on his own.