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Chapter 291 - The Drive to Pinewood District (Part 2)
“You really don’t get what I mean?”Marc asked, glancing at Bachary through the rearview mirror. The butler looked visibly startled, even a little scared. Of course, Marc knew the man beside him was trying to hide something.“Bachary, do you really think I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours? I confided a huge secret in you, and now you’re trying to keep something from me? Since when did you start playing so unfairly?”Marc’s voice was firm but laced with playful sarcasm. A sly smirk tugged at his lips.“Come on, just tell me. No need to keep it under wraps. You know something about that old man, don’t you?”Bachary stayed silent for a moment, then exhaled deeply—several times.There was no point in hiding anything from someone as sharp as Marc. No matter how carefully he tried to cover it up, the master healer would eventually sniff it out.“Alright, I’ll tell you,” Bachary said at last, his voice subdued.“But please… this stays between us, okay? You don’t mind, do you,
Chapter 290 - The Drive to Pinewood District (Part 1)
The Bentayga cruised smoothly along the private road, drawing closer to the main gates—marking the edge of the sprawling Quentin estate, which spanned over a hundred hectares. Just as they were nearing the boundary, Bachary finally broke the silence.“Mr. Belmont… may I ask where exactly we’re going?”With a quick glance at Marc and then back to the road ahead, Bachary’s tone was laced with curiosity.What on earth was going on with his employers?And what exactly was Marc planning by heading out like this?These thoughts had been tumbling through his mind ever since they left the estate.“Pinewood,” Marc answered calmly.“Take me to Pinewood.”“Understood, sir,” Bachary replied.He steered the Bentayga to the right as they exited the estate. It was the route that would lead them straight to their destination.“Mr. Belmont… Forgive me for asking, but... may I know what this is about now?”Bachary shot a cautious glance toward Marc, uncertainty in his voice. He was afraid the question
Chapter 289 - An Insult
“Damn it! I misspoke.”Marc slammed his clenched fist on the table the moment everyone had left.“I should’ve explained my plan first before saying something like that.”Yes, Marc had insisted that the wedding must not be postponed—let alone canceled. But that didn’t mean he supported the marriage itself.He had a plan. A huge plan.He couldn’t afford to let this wedding fall through. Not for Darla’s sake—but for something far greater.Still, there didn’t seem to be much he could do at the moment.“They looked really upset. I doubt I can talk to them right now,” Marc muttered, visibly restless.“Well, I’ve still got a week. Hopefully I can lay out my plan to them before then.”There was a reason Marc hadn’t revealed what he was truly up to. It involved his new identity. And once that came into play, there was a whole lot he’d need to explain—especially about his role as the Vice Marquis.Refusing to sulk over it any longer, Marc stood from his chair and headed out the door.The mornin
Chapter 288 - Marc’s Plan
“What your father said is true, sweetheart.”Annette gently placed her hand on Darla’s shoulder.“As long as we’re alive, we’ll never let you suffer—certainly not by marrying Earl von Walenstein or anything else.”“Mom… Dad…”Their words moved Darla deeply. She leaned into her mother’s shoulder and cried.Darla wasn’t someone who cried easily—especially not in front of others. But the pressure she felt over Godfrey’s proposal had been building like a storm, and now, in front of Marc, the dam finally broke.Meanwhile, Marc sat quietly across from the three of them. Though his expression was calm, a flurry of thoughts clearly stirred beneath the surface.On one hand, he could feel the immense weight pressing down on the Quentin family. Refusing Godfrey’s proposal wasn’t just difficult—it was nearly impossible. Such a rejection would be taken as a grave insult, and the consequences could be devastating. At best, harsh punishment. At worst… war between noble houses.Yet, on the other hand
Chapter 287 - The Quentins’ Plan
Thomas, who was walking at the front of the group, couldn’t hide the joy on his face the moment he saw Marc.From the very beginning, he had felt deeply indebted to the young man who had miraculously cured him of his mysterious illness.“Lord Quentin, you look well,” Marc greeted warmly, beginning to rise from his seat out of respect for the nobleman. But Thomas quickly waved him off.“No, no—don’t bother with formalities,” Thomas said, stepping closer. “If anything, I should be the one thanking you. Without your help, I doubt I’d still be breathing fresh air today.”Still grinning, Thomas moved in to embrace him. But just as he was about to, his eyes fell on Marc’s bandaged right arm—and he stopped short.“Marc… are you alright?”Like everyone else who had seen it before, Thomas couldn’t help but focus on Marc’s injury. Curiosity and concern filled his gaze. The same could be said of Annette—Lady Quentin—who watched him with a mix of worry and confusion. She clearly wanted to know wh
Chapter 286 - A Healer’s Hunger
"Alright."Darla rose from her chair with a lazy stretch, making her way to join her parents in meeting with Marc.They were about to head into the front lounge when Darla suddenly stopped them."Wait. Marc isn’t in the front room."Thomas and Annette paused mid-step, exchanging puzzled glances."What do you mean? Then where is he?""He’s at the infirmary."The infirmary was a separate building located at the back of the Quentin family estate. Despite its ordinary-sounding name, it wasn’t a place just anyone could enter.It was where Darla studied traditional medicine and concocted herbal remedies. Aside from the Quentin family or select nobles, no one else had ever been allowed inside."The infirmary?"Thomas and Annette echoed the question in unison, confusion creeping into their voices. Marc was a master healer. If he was at the infirmary, it couldn’t possibly be to receive treatment—could it?"Yes. Are we going to talk about this all night, or are we going?"This time, it was Darl
Chapter 285 - A Marriage Proposal
“Mom, what’s going on? Why do you look so upset?”Darla had just stepped into the living room, where only Thomas and Annette were seated. The tension was thick in the air, and worry was written all over their faces.“Sweetheart!”Annette sprang from her seat and rushed toward her daughter, ignoring the question entirely.“I’m so glad you’re safe,” she said, embracing Darla tightly, as if her daughter had just returned from some great danger.“Mom, you’re acting really strange. What’s happening? Just tell me already before I start freaking out.”Darla gave her mother a slightly annoyed but affectionate glare. Still, Annette didn’t answer. Her only response was tightening the hug around her daughter’s shoulders.“Dad, you must know something. Please, tell me what’s going on. Don’t leave me in the dark like this.”Darla turned to Thomas, who sat hunched slightly forward, his expression troubled. But like his wife, he said nothing—just grew more visibly uneasy.“You two are seriously acti
Chapter 284 - Anger on the Phone
"Don't worry. Your arm will be healed in no time."Darla spoke with enthusiasm as she gently rubbed balm onto the wounded spots on Marc’s arm. She moved with the kind of care you'd expect from someone tending to family, not a stranger."Alright, done! Now watch the magic of this balm I made. You’re going to be amazed by the results."She closed the small clear bottle with a sparkle in her eyes and confidence in her voice. That balm had cured almost every injury she or her family had ever suffered. And now, she had applied a generous amount on Marc. Surely, the healing effects would kick in immediately—right?"I hope so," Marc replied with a faint smile.Truthfully, he wanted to stop her from applying it. Not because he didn’t appreciate the gesture, but because he knew better. Even the legendary King Yarsagumba wouldn’t do anything for a wound like his.“Alright then, don’t dwell on it too much,” Darla said, frowning slightly, puzzled by his lack of enthusiasm. “I’m sure in half an ho
Chapter 283 - Miracle Balm?
"Thank you, Lady."The Ferrari had just passed through the Greencliff Forest when Marc finally spoke, glancing over his shoulder to make sure Leah wasn't following them. Once assured, he straightened in his seat and turned his gaze forward.Even though he couldn’t fight due to his internal energy still being in recovery, that wasn’t what worried Marc. Nor was he particularly concerned if Leah decided to call reinforcements—maybe even from one of the gangs in Duskmoor—to ambush him.What truly concerned him right now... was Darla. He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to protect her if any of that were to happen."Don’t worry about it," Darla replied casually with a wave of her hand."By the way, who was that girl, Marc? Sorry if I’m being nosy, but she seemed like she was hiding something."She kept her eyes on the road as she asked, hands steady on the wheel. That girl—Leah—had left a strange impression on her.And clearly, Marc wasn’t the only one suspicious of her.Leah had claimed to
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