Chapter 422

Quentin didn't say a word. He would never marry Xyla, as he'd never had feelings for her. But he was determined to get to the bottom of the kidnapping incident.

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Several days later, in a rundown apartment building, the driver who had been behind the wheel that day fell to his knees before Quentin. He was the one who had held a knife to Noelle's throat that day, forcing the bodyguards to disarm. He was also the one who'd handed her over to Mark's men.

"I had no choice, Mr. Lowe! Those people had taken my wife and two kids hostage! If I hadn't done as they said, they would've killed them!" The driver slapped himself repeatedly on both cheeks.

Quentin's face was pale, his tall figure imposing and intimidating. "Leave Dragfort with your family. I don't know if I'll be able to control myself if I see you again!"

If it hadn't been for this driver, Noelle wouldn't have been abducted by Mark's men. Then, she wouldn't have been dumped at sea, and their marriage wouldn't have ended in div