Chapter 3

I went to Fitzpatrick Group by myself.

Lionel Fitzpatrick, the chairman, shook my hand and assured me, “Fitzpatrick Group is partnering with Selway Group, not Quinn Jolliffe.”

The contract for the project Quinn had held onto for three months, intending to use it as leverage against me, was successfully signed that very evening.

After the person in charge was replaced, the finance department went back through the old accounts. As soon as they looked into the three suppliers managed by Joshua’s uncle, the numbers stopped adding up.

The audit department worked through the night, tracing the money trail. More than six million dollars in kickbacks over the past two years all led back to Quinn.

I had the legal department seal the evidence and told Blake to continue recovering the Selway family assets registered in the names of all eight women.

When I returned to the mansion that evening, a set of car keys landed at my feet.

“Dad, you’ve gone too far!”

Quinn stood in the middle of the living room, and the other seven were all there.

Joshua sat on the couch, with several suitcases that had just been removed from the mansion piled at his feet.

He immediately teared up when he saw me walk through the door.

“Mr. Selway, my relatives have watched me grow up. How are they supposed to make a living now that you’ve driven them out of the company?”

I ignored him and looked at the security guard stationed by the door.

“Who let them in?”

The guard instinctively replied, “Miss Jolliffe and the others have always—”

“Starting today, you’re fired.”

Quinn kicked the chair beside her aside.

“Why are you taking your anger out on a security guard? I’ve lived here for twenty years. Do I really need your permission to come back?”

Mandy tugged at her jacket.

“Why are you taking back our mansions? Quinn is pregnant. Can’t you be a little more generous?”

I pointed at the keys on the floor.

“The deeds are in Selway Group’s name, and the cars are registered to the company. Do you really think you own the place just because you’ve lived there for a few years?”

Mandy was left speechless, but Quinn scoffed.

“Fine, go ahead and take it all back! You have the money to reclaim the house and the company, but let's see if you have the guts to kick all eight of us out!”

Mandy and the others smiled smugly when they heard that.

“Dad, none of these tactics will work on us.

“Aside from the child I’m carrying, you’ll never have another grandchild for the rest of your life.

“With Jensen so sickly, there’s no guarantee he’ll ever have children.”

Joshua glanced at Quinn’s belly, then looked at me with an aggrieved expression.

“Mr. Selway, we just want to give the baby a legitimate place in the family. I can leave with Quinn and the baby if you really dislike me. When you miss the child someday, Quinn can bring her back to see you.”

Quinn pulled Joshua into her arms and said gently, “Why should you leave? You’re not the one who should be backing down.”

She looked toward Jensen’s bedroom.

“Jensen has been making a fuss for days. He should’ve come to his senses by now. Have him come downstairs to apologize to Joshua, and I can keep taking care of him.”

I sneered.

“Jensen is busy getting to know his fiancee and doesn’t have time for you.”

Quinn’s smile froze for a moment before she scoffed.

“Dad, everyone knows Jensen has wanted to marry me since he was little. How could he possibly be interested in anyone else?”

Quinn turned to leave, but I immediately ordered the guards to shut the door.

“You can leave, but everything the Selway family bought for you stays here. You’re not taking a single thing with you—not your clothes, shoes, watches, jewelry, any of it.”

A vein throbbed at Quinn’s temple as she stared at me in disbelief.

“You’d even claim our clothes?”

“Of course. I paid for all of them. If you refuse to return them, I can call the police.”

Quinn, Mandy, Naomi, and the others all fell silent.

In less than ten minutes, the couch was covered with clothes, shoes, luxury watches, and jewelry.

The eight women, once pampered as members of the Selway family, could only change into old clothes that the butler, Anton Whitford, had found for them.

Mandy, wearing an ill-fitting dress, shouted at me with red-rimmed eyes.

“Dad, do you really have to humiliate us like this?”

My voice did not waver as I replied, “No one is humiliating you. I’m simply taking back my belongings.”

Quinn gritted her teeth and pulled Joshua along.

“Let’s go. When Jensen comes crying and begging me to come back, I’ll make him return all these things himself!”

I spotted the blue diamond watch on Joshua’s wrist, walked over, and snatched it off.

Joshua let out a startled cry and looked at Quinn with a wounded expression.

She stepped in front of him.

“I gave that to Joshua! You have no right to take it!”

I toyed with the watch and sneered.

“I spent thirty-eight million dollars at an auction to buy this blue diamond watch for Jensen’s eighteenth birthday. When did it become your gift to him?”

A flicker of guilt crossed Quinn’s eyes, but she quickly put on a cold expression and challenged me.

“Jensen has plenty of watches. Having one less won’t kill him. Joshua never had anything growing up. What’s wrong with me giving it to him to cheer him up?”

I raised my hand and slapped her across the face.

“You stole my son’s things to support another man, and you still have the nerve to ask me what’s wrong with that?”

Quinn’s head snapped to the side from the slap. She gritted her teeth and glared at me viciously.

“Dad, my patience has limits, too. I’ll be waiting for Jensen to come crying and begging me to take him back!”

With that, she grabbed Joshua and left.

I sneered as I watched them walk away in disgrace.

Jensen had already accepted Serena Fitzpatrick’s proposal.