Winner Takes All novel Chapter 278

Soosen Villa.

The lights were magnificent. As an arts center, it was able to hold a high-end arts exhibition in X City. The lighting at night was dazzling.

At the balcony, Jack, Yael, and Brent sat around a small round table, enjoying the night breeze and the night scenery of the villa.

“The breeze is cool tonight,” Yael said and broke the silence.

“Are you sure they’ll come?” Brent asked.

Yael simply laughed and looked at Jack. Would they come? Jack wasn’t sure but he was waiting. But it was clear that his terms were already very generous. One was that Old Master Quinn to come with the sword and the second was the entire Quinn family.

With such a choice, would an old and experienced old man not know how to choose? He wouldn’t have given them such a choice had it not been for setting a deterrence.

His mother was his everything and his redline. Whoever dared to cross the redline would pay with his life! He was even gracious enough to give the Quinn family a chance to survive.

His mind was flooded with thoughts of his mother and the past. Jack’s entire person was turning chilling and cold while fury raged in his eyes. Yael and Brent could feel the bone-chilling freeze emanating from Jack.

Yael and Brent exchanged looks as Brent tried to change the topic by saying, “Yael, he is after all your grandfather, aren’t you affected?”

“Pfft…”

Yael laughed with disdain, “When my mother and brother died in sufferings, the entire Quinn family did not pity us. If I didn’t kill my damned father, he will continue to flourish in the Quinn family. Is the blood-sucking Quinn family worthy of my pity?”

His words were cold and sharp. He witnessed his mother suffer to death when he was young. What he went through was comparable to Jack’s experience.

Thump thump!

Someone knocked on the door and Tom’s voice announced, “Master, Head of the Quinn family and his eldest son, Morrison are here.”

Had he made the choice? Jack looked at the time and it was already eleven-thirty o’clock. He stood up and walked outside. Brent and Yael followed closely behind.

The night turned ominous.

The reception room wasn’t big but was brightly lit. The interior of the room was well decorated and looked perfect.

Old Master Quinn looked desolate as he hugged the sword and hunched as he sat on the chair. He looked dispirited and disheartened. When all hopes were lost, he could no longer straighten his back.

Morrison stood quietly at the side. His eyes betrayed his unsettled emotions. He was angry, hopeless, helpless, furious but he had to forcefully endure his feelings.

“Morrison.” Old Master Quinn suddenly said with his raspy voice.

“Dad, I’m here.” Morrison quickly replied.

Old Master Quinn raised his eyebrows and said, “No matter what happens afterward, you are to observe and do not get involved.”

“Dad…” Morrison became angry, “Why don’t we fight to our death?”

“Ha!” Old Master Quinn laughed bitterly. He could recognize the voice of the man who answered the call when they tried to contact Madam Hughes. He was Patrick Hughes!

The situation had already come to this.

Jack was wielding the big stick of the Hughes family. Patrick had forced Madam Hughes to pray. With the father and son coordinating this, what chance did the Quinn family to reverse the outcome?

Suddenly, a cold voice declared from the reception room, “If the Quinn family wants to fight, I’ll gladly accommodate.” The voice was cold and oppressive.

Old Master Quinn and Morrison both were shocked and looked in the direction of the voice.

Jack walked slowly into the room. He was cool, calm, and collected. His entire persona brought chills down everyone’s spine. Even Yael and Brent were not spared. They exchanged looks and both could sense what the other was thinking. Jack… had changed!