Fated to Marry the Alpha

Chapter 7 Never Let Her Go

The air in the room seemed to solidify with tension.

"Were you both initially thinking that I would hold you accountable because you failed to preemptively check for dangers, which led to the accident on the bridge? But what does the accident on the bridge have to do with a cup of potion?"

Quinn remained casually seated on the sofa, yet a formidable oppressive force emanated from him, soaking the backs of the two assistants with sweat.

The female assistant, Emma, was the first to buckle under the pressure, her voice trembling as she spoke, "I-I really didn't know. I thought the attack on the bridge was like the others in the past, sir. I should have followed you home, but..."

"But now you know that the attack wasn't a spur-of-the-moment thing. It began at Columbia University with this cup of potion you gave me," Quinn interrupted Emma.

He then turned to look at Jones. "And you? You were off yesterday. This shouldn't have involved you. Why are you so surprised when seeing these potions?"

Jones swallowed hard, a flicker of anger crossing his face as he turned to his colleague Emma, lamenting. "I just didn't expect Emma to be a traitor! Sir, when I saw the potions, I thought the same as you. They had a plan all along! First, they swapped your potion, making you unusually vulnerable, and then they orchestrated the accident!"

"I did not!" Emma exclaimed loudly.

"Very intriguing." Quinn clapped his hands lightly. "But I never said the potion was swapped. After all, just now, Moore, the driver, mentioned that he was forced into tampering with the potion."

Jones froze, blurting out, "Isn't Moore dead at the bottom of the river?!"

Quinn scoffed, and Jones suddenly realized he might have misspoken and swallowed hard again, his face showing fear.

Emma looked shocked. "What? Moore is dead?! Sir, then how did you..."

"How did I survive?" Quinn again interrupted Emma, turning to look towards the door. "Come in. You tell them."

Bond, who had been standing by the door unnoticed, spoke emotionlessly, "After Mr. Ryder's signal was lost last night, we quickly recovered the vehicle based on his last known location. Moore was already dead inside, but Mr. Ryder had disappeared."

"We locked down all information, presenting it as a mere car accident to the outside world, until Mr. Ryder returned safely. Besides, Moore's death hasn't been disclosed publicly," Bond added, staring coldly at Jones. The usually handsome male assistant now had a somewhat twisted expression on his face.

Quinn picked up one of the potions and examined it closely, his icy gaze reflecting off the light-blue liquid. "Moore had been in debt recently, and you volunteered to clear his debts. So he helped you switch my potion. And you, along with those behind this, gave him a big 'gift'—death! Did you really think there wouldn't be any evidence once he was gone?"

Jones' face turned ashen, realizing that Quinn had uncovered the truth, and he had foolishly walked right into the trap!

Quinn, looking at him as if sizing up his prey, asked one final question, "You killed Moore without hesitation. Now that you are exposed, what 'gift' do you think those people will give you?"

With that, he paid no further attention to the paralyzed Jones, who was then quickly dragged out by the bodyguards.

Emma, also trembling, asked, "So, Mr. Ryder, if I hadn't gone straight home last night as you instructed, I would have ended up like Moore..."

Her voice trailed off in fear. Then, she bowed deeply to Quinn in utmost respect. "Thank you, Mr. Ryder, you saved me. I won't let you down!"

Quinn nodded. Though the loss of control this time was unexpected, gaining the absolute loyalty of his assistant was a small victory for him.

He instructed Emma to handle the aftermath of Moore's death before turning to Bond. "Since Jones knew about Moore's death, the mastermind behind him might be as powerful as our group. What else was found at the scene?"

Bond appeared puzzled as he replied, "We secured both SUVs at the scene, and they both belonged to extremist members of the Crazy Robin Hoods from the Hunters' Organization. We used special interrogation methods so that they couldn't lie."

After a pause, he continued, "They received an anonymous tip that a 'tasty prey' would appear. These fanatics are keen on hunting werewolves. Sir, your potion got swapped, and they detected your werewolf scent, which is why they attacked you."

Quinn frowned.

"So, the extremists in the SUVs were just pawns, but the one who anonymously tipped them was from the forces behind Jones."

Bond nodded. "Correct."

"What about the other people present?" Quinn pressed.

"There was also a motorcycle at the scene, but the rider was killed on the spot."

Quinn immediately caught a keyword. "One motorcycle? Only one?"

Bond nodded. "Yes, both the rider and the motorcycle were smashed."

Not even Bond could find out who that girl was? It seemed she was more complicated than he had ever imagined.

Gently touching the wound behind his ear, Quinn found it intriguing. That girl had not only safely escaped from the accident but had managed to flee on her own at the brink of his loss of control, even leaving him a wound!

Just now, she had even broken free from his telepathic connection.

Ah, good. Very good. Quinn lightly licked the tip of his fangs, a thrill of excitement involuntarily spreading across his smile. Unfortunately for her, he was accustomed to having everything under control. So, no matter how the girl had appeared or escaped, he was not planning to let her go!