Quentin's eyes narrowed further. "Is that so?"Mick answered without hesitation. "Yes... Yes, that's right."The moment he finished speaking, Quentin's grip tightened again, and Mick spat out a mouthful of blood.The next moment, cold fury flashed in Mick's eyes. He snarled, "If you got the balls, go ahead and kill me."Quentin laughed coldly. He released Mick's jaw and wiped the blood on his hand onto Mick's shirt.Finally, he smiled bitterly and growled, "Kill you? That would be too easy."He straightened slightly, his gaze never leaving Mick. Still smiling, he said, "I'm going to make you wish you were dead. I'm going to make you regret everything."With that, Quentin stood. He instructed Jericho, "Keep them here. Get the truth out of them. I want the real story."He deliberately emphasized those last words.Jericho understood and nodded. "Don't worry, Mr. Henderson. I'll take care of it."Quentin turned back. Ignoring his own injuries, he bent down and scooped Talia into
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