Besides, the Davis family had been in decline for a long time. He'd heard Morgan's father had died in a fall years ago.
Ever since, the Davis family business had been stagnating.
Quennel had never imagined that Morgan would still have the audacity to go after Stephanie.
Now that he had the information he needed, he was about to hang up.
Victoria quickly added, “Quennel, I did this because I truly love you. I wanted to create an opportunity for you two. I hope you’ll remember the good I’ve done for you.”
Quennel didn’t respond. He had already reached room 888.
Acting on pure instinct, Quennel kicked the door in.
When he saw three shirtless men standing by the bed while Stephanie lay there, vulnerable, Quennel’s blood ran cold.
Annoyed at the interruption, one of the men snapped, “Who the hell are you?”
Quennel rushed forward, grabbed the man who had spoken, and slammed a fist into his face.
“Get your filthy hands off her!”
His voice trembled with rage. Caught off guard by Quennel’s explosive power, all three men were quickly bruised and bloodied.
Quennel went to the bed, immediately taking off his suit jacket and draping it over Stephanie’s body.
Seeing her in this state, Quennel’s heart ached, and a lump formed in his throat. “Stephanie…”
He had been just moments away from her being…
An overwhelming rage turned Quennel’s eyes crimson. He fought to control his emotions. “I’m sorry, Stephanie. I was too late. I failed to protect you.”
His voice was filled with self-blame, his eyes overflowing with pain.
The girl he had cherished and protected since childhood had been hurt like this.


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