Chapter 394

Quentin was caught off guard. "Does that mean that car belonged to my father?" he wondered, clenching his fists.

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Meanwhile, Mark received an update from his subordinate. Things had gone wrong with Noelle, but Lorraine's place was already set on fire. It was highly likely that she was dead.

When Mark heard that they had failed to get rid of Noelle, his temper flared, and he spat out, "All of you are useless!"

However, his expression softened slightly when he heard the rest of the report. "Did you make sure it was done right?"

His subordinate responded, "Don't worry, Mr. Lowe!" Mark breathed a sigh of relief.

The car rolled to a halt on the driveway of Lowe Mansion. Mark got out, appearing as if he had just returned from a social gathering. A subtle hint of alcohol clung to his bespoke suit. With a quick adjustment of his coat, he was back to his usual gentle and gentlemanly demeanor. He walked into the house.

Janet was curled up on the couch in the living room, watching a te