Winner Takes All novel Chapter 275

For two days.

The sky above the Quinn family’s residence was covered with dark clouds.

They were the wealthiest and dignified family in X City, but everyone was in fear and trepidation in the mansion.

It looked like a storm was about to come.

In the mansion, everyone could hear the increasingly intense sounds of rage and fury in Old Master Quinn’s room.

It was clear to everyone that he would not have a comfortable time at this birthday feast.

In the darkened room.

Old Master Quinn’s eyes were red as the blue veins vibrated wildly.

"Can't get in touch? Why can't you contact her?"

Morrison Quinn was chilled and frightened, kneeling on the floor. He was totally scared.

"Dad, you must calm down. You must calm down at this juncture."

"Calm down? How do you want me to be calm?"

Old Master Quinn blatantly smashed the antique purple clay teapot in his hand onto the ground, "Since you are persuading me to calm down, then tell me what to do?"

Morrison’s expression stiffened, and he was speechless.

Jack Hughes was backed by the Hughes Family and had come with great power. If he could not get through to Madam Hughes, he really did not know what to do.

Jack was not someone that anyone in the Quinn family would take seriously.

However, no one in the Quinn family would dare to contempt the Hughes Family's incredible power.

The Burton family in the capital city was a lesson from the past.

Patrick Hughes was a fierce man who dares to mobilize warplanes to bomb at the drop of a hat.

Even if the Burton family was in decline, the Quinn family was in the ascendant.

The gap between them was huge. But when faced with the Hughes family, the gap between the Burton and Quinn families were not necessarily that big.

"Keep calling! Just keep calling!"

Old Master Quinn gritted his teeth fiercely, his face red with rage.

Morrison hurriedly got up and continued to contact Madam Hughes.

"Damn it! Damn it! Madam Hughes, are you trying to abandon your powerful ally, the Quinn family?"

Old Master Quinn sat down on the chair and panted loudly. His neck was thick, and his thoughts turned quickly, "Impossible, you wouldn't be that stupid, and you're not stupid enough to be senile. If you lose my Quinn family's help, you're no match for Patrick."

Because of his thorough thinking, his inability to contact her for two days drove him even madder.

Suddenly, he raised his head, and a ruthless light surged in his red eyes.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence from between them, "Tomorrow is the deadline given by Jack. If we can't get in touch by then, Quinn family couldn’t be blamed when we take desperate measures."

"Dad, we still can't get in touch."

Morrison’s voice was trembling with fear, his face dishevelled with despair.

He knew that his father was now on the verge of breaking down and bursting into flames, but he would still need to say it.

However.

To his surprise, his father waved his hand and sighed.

Turning to him, his father asked, "How is it going with Kevin?"

What was the situation?

He was horrified and hurriedly responded, "The arm has been reattached, nothing serious. But this matter has caused Kevin to hold a deep grudge."

"Sigh. Is there really no one in the third generation of my family who can support the Quinn family?"

Old Master Quinn was full of resentment, "Unfortunately, this time Yael Quinn took away Amelia Quinn. Otherwise, I would have wanted her to return to the Quinn family. With her ability, she would have been able to support the Quinn family. And it would have been easier for Kevin and their descendants to seize power in the future."

"Dad…" Morrison’s face was a little embarrassed.

He knew very well that the successor of a wealthy family shoulders the prosperity of the family and must be carefully considered. But to let a concubine’s child support the Quinn family, not to mention the third generation like Kevin and the others, even the second generation, would definitely not be willing to do so.

"I know what you all brothers mean. Letting the concubine’s child take over the family is only the worst move."

Old Master Quinn waved his hand, interrupting Morrison’s words. And with a twinkle in his eye, he said profoundly, "You immediately go and inform Kevin and the rest of the third-generation descendants to pack their bags and leave X City immediately. It’s best to leave the territory without telling us where they are and wait until this matter is over before returning to the Quinn family in X City."