The Born Winner (Jack and Katherine)

Chapter 278 Settle It Yourself

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!

“Master Hughes.” Old Master Quinn quickly stood up, forced a smile, and cupped his fists respectfully.

Jack ignored and sat on the main seat as he raised his eyebrow and looked at Old Master Quinn and

Morrison. Finally, he looked at the sword that Old Master Quinn was holding onto and said coldly,

“Since you brought the sword, settle it by yourself.”

Immediately the room tensed up with the feeling of impending doom. He was direct and didn’t give any

hint of hope. Old Master Quinn and Morrison were terrified. Even if they had been prepared, they didn’t

expect Jack to be so direct. What he wanted them to settle, was the life of the head of the Quinn family!

“Master Hughes…” Morrison could not accept it and wanted to beg for mercy.

Jack glared back coldly and immediately startled Morrison. What he wanted to say was stuck in his

throat.

Smack!

The slap was crisp and loud.

Old Master Quinn slapped Morrison till he stepped backward and yelled angrily, “Fool! You don’t have

the right to speak here!”

At this moment, he turned and looked at Jack and the frail old face presented a flattering smile, “Master

Hughes is magnanimous while Morrison is young, naïve and doesn’t know his place.”

Jack’s gaze turned frosty.

“Pfft!” Yael couldn’t help but scoffed, “Old fool. My father is only slightly older than this fool. And you

dare to say that he is young and naïve?” Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yael!” Old Master Quinn’s face turned red and ground his teeth, “The Quinn family had been good to

you. If it wasn’t for my mercy, you would already be dead!”

“Stop pretending to be gracious!” Yael yelled angrily, “If I didn’t make those billions for you to secure

your position as the head of the family, will I still be alive?”

“You…” Old Master Quinn’s face was red with anger and speechless.

Thump thump!

Jack knocked on the table and said, “Old Master Quinn, are you here to chat or repay a debt?”

Old Master Quinn trembled and bowed, “Of course to repay the debt.”

“Then do so quickly. After you go into the afterlife, look for my mother and make sure that you kneel to

apologize to her!”

Jack stood up and the killing intent rushed over towards Old Master Quinn like a raging wave.

His eyes were bloodshot as he clenched his teeth and said, “It’s my responsibility to send you down to

visit my mother!”

“Yes Sir!” Old Master Quinn looked determined and as he drew the sword.

Whoosh!

The sword was unsheathed and glimmered under the lights.

“Dad…” Morrison held onto his face while his tears flowed.

“Shut the hell up!” Old Master Quinn thundered.

He knew that they had no way of changing tonight’s outcome. The Hughes father and son had

combined to force his death. If he didn’t die, then the entire family would be decimated.

As he drew the sword, Old Master Quinn was full of remorse. If he had known that Madam Hughes

would choose to abandon them today, he would never have agreed to collaborate to plot against Jack.

But all these were too late!

“Master Hughes, this is my response to you. A life for a life!”

Just as Old Master Quinn was about to take his own life, a large hand grabbed the sword.

A cold voice said beside his ear, “A life for a life? How the hell is your life worthy of being equated to my

mother’s?”