"Or do you think you're more powerful than the elders now, Quennel? That you can make decisions on their behalf? If so, then go ahead, give the order to kick me out right now."
With a final cold laugh, Lionel turned and walked towards the upstairs study.
"What you do next is your business. Don't disturb my reading. And if you're thinking of sending someone to watch my every move, you'd better first consider if you have the authority. The elders are still alive, Quennel. Don't overstep your bounds, unless you want to drag your mother down with you."
Lionel punctuated his parting words with another two cold laughs.
To Quennel, that mocking, arrogant sound felt like his dignity being brutally stomped into the ground.
This was the second time he had suffered such a severe blow since Lionel's return.
The first was when the elders, impressed by Lionel's capabilities, had unconventionally promoted him to take over Quennel's position. Afterward, Lionel had steadily climbed the ladder on his own merit, eventually surpassing him.
The second time was now.
Here he was, mocking him, plotting against him.
But Quennel knew he had no more time to waste. He had to do as Lionel suggested and immediately send people to the three locations to find out where Marcus Hale was.
The best-case scenario was that the man was still in this house, and not at Hannah's.
Quennel took out his phone, gave his subordinates their orders, and then prepared to search the house himself.
But just as he stood up to head upstairs, his heart suddenly seized.
A sense of foreboding crept up from the depths of his soul, slowly engulfing him in panic.
He took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and finally decided to go to the Temple family estate himself to check on Hannah.
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