Chapter 1001

Quinton’s aggressive and domineering voice thundered through the air—he was practically roaring. However, the very next second, he awkwardly realized that Harvey had already stopped bullying the Stevens family before he got there.

Now, Harvey was standing off to the side, looking sheepish and awkward.

Irene and Leroy were in bad shape—one had passed out cold, and the other was bawling their eyes out. Only Christina was still standing. She looked up at Quinton but did not say a word.

Still, the cold indifference and mockery in her eyes were impossible to miss.

Quinton’s heart sank. Did Christina see through him? Could she tell this was all just an act?

He refused to believe it, knowing he had to do something fast to fix this. Thankfully, he was quick on his feet. He kept his face cold and serious, stormed over to Harvey, and slapped him hard across the face.

Harvey was stunned, then instantly furious. They agreed this whole thing was just for show, but now Quinton had the nerve to actually slap him for real.

“Harvey, that slap was a lesson on behalf of the Weller family,” Quinton said coldly. “Now take your people and get out of here. If you ever mess with Ms. Stevens or her family again, next time it won’t just be a slap!”

Christina, whether genuinely grateful or just pretending, responded calmly, “Thanks for stepping in, Mr. Wright.”

Quinton smiled and said, “Christie, from now on, just call me Winston, alright? Since you’re coming with me to Blumedale to start fresh, your problems are my problems now. Don’t worry. With me around, nobody will dare lay a finger on the Stevens family again!”

Suddenly, a sharp, sarcastic round of applause rang out, breaking the moment.

Quinton turned and snorted. “Andrew, what the hell are you clapping for?”

Andrew smiled coolly. “Oh, nothing. Just thought your whole ‘heroic‘ act was pretty damn cringe. I mean, she was nearly beaten to death, and then you decided to show up looking like a knight in shining armor? Don’t you think you were just a bit late to the show?”

Quinton cursed him silently, ‘Damn Andrew and his big mouth!’

Nonetheless, he kept his tone even as he replied, “I have no idea what you’re trying to say. I came here to save Christie and her family, not to show off.”

Andrew raised a brow. “Really? Because to me, it kinda looked like you hired Harvey to beat them up just so you could come swooping in and play the hero.”

Quinton’s face darkened. “Andrew, do you seriously think I’d stoop that low? Pulling off some cheesy, overused trick like that? And besides, hiring someone to hurt the Stevens family? That’s beneath me. I’d never do something that disgusting.”

Andrew shrugged. “Whether you would or wouldn’t… only you know the truth. Actually, Harvey probably knows too.”

He turned to Harvey, smiling. “Right, Harvey?”

Harvey’s face twitched. “Andrew, you’ve got Quinton all wrong! He’s the heir of a major Blumedale family—he doesn’t need to pull cheap stunts like that! I went after the Stevens family on my own. That was my personal decision!”

Andrew chuckled. “So what you’re saying is… you’re not Quinton’s hired lapdog?”

Harvey gritted his teeth. “Of course not!”

Andrew turned to Quinton, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “Well, Quinton, the Stevens family is basically yours now, and two of them are on their way to the ER. And all you’ve got to offer is a single slap?

“Come on, for the beautiful Ms. Stevens, shouldn’t you beat the crap out of the guy who actually did the hitting?”

Quinton’s expression instantly soured. He had only planned to make a quick appearance and put on a show. He had not expected Andrew to force him to take it this far.

Just then, he noticed Christina eyeing him with suspicion.

This was bad—she clearly was not buying it. Quinton knew he needed to go all in if he wanted to win her over.

“Harvey! And the punk from the Weller family who laid hands on the Stevens—get over here!” Quinton barked, his tone fierce and commanding.

Harvey’s face turned pale. “Quinton, you—”

However, Quinton did not wait. He smacked Harvey across the face again, and again.

Harvey’s nose burst open, blood shooting out as he staggered. He silently cursed, ‘Quinton, you son of a bitch! All this just so you can play the hero in front of Christina!’

This was not part of their deal, but Harvey did not dare expose their plan in front of everyone. So, with gritted teeth, he stood there and took it—letting Quinton slap him until he was satisfied.