The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Quinton was about to ask someone to give Stefan a ride home to Hunt Manor. However, his subordinate hurriedly came to inform
him about something.
“Sir, there’s an issue. A group of thugs came. They want us to deliver that b*stard, Stefan, to them. If not, they’re going to set this
pawnshop on fire!”
“Humph! They’re so bold! How dare they make a scene in my territory?”
“They... They look extraordinary, and they come fully armed. The key is the leader comes from a very strong background, so we
don’t dare to act rashly. So, please... step forward!”
“Okay, I’m curious as to who is courting death!”
Quinton brought nothing with me as he went to Carmine Pawnshop in his casual clothes.
The large ancient gate of Carmine Pawnshop exuded a majestic magnificence. The front courtyard was covered with slab stones
several thousand square feet wide. Tall and upright pine trees were planted at either side of the gate, in addition to two large
ferocious-looking lion statues that were placed at either side of the door. A large blue signboard was hung above the door with
gilded handwriting that read “Carmine Pawnshop.”
For Water Dock, Carmine Pawnshop was an important landmark that symbolized absolute solemnity and power. It was a
presence that guarded the condition of the whole dock.
Generally, the front courtyard of Carmine Pawnshop was guarded by two rows of security guards. The whole place was quiet
and solemn. Besides, it was vastly different from the other crowded, noisy, and messy places in Water Dock.
However, the gate of Carmine Pawnshop was quite crowded. Some who carried along firearms waved them high in the air,
chanting, “Hand him over! Hand him over! Hand him over!”
The leader was standing on high ground with no weapon but a torch. At the same time, that person led the crowd and shouted
with all her might, “If you don’t hand him over, we’ll set this place on fire! Hand him over! If not, we’ll set fire!”
Quinton walked out and looked closely to find that the leader was a woman.
Besides, he knew that woman. She was the heir of the Murphy family, Seraphina. According to rumors, the Murphy family was
going to ally themselves with the Hunt family through marriage.

In other words, this woman was Stefan’s future wife.
So, she was his sister’s past rival in love.
Well, how could he let her off the hook?
At first, Quinton was a bit angry, but he flared up in a rage because that woman was his sister’s rival in love.
“Miss Seraphina, I’ve heard a lot about you. You’re just a spoiled young lady. Why have you come to this bloody, run-down
purgatory of mine?”
“You... You bloodthirsty monster. You’re finally here!”
When Seraphina saw Quinton, a tinge of fear emerged in her gaze.
According to rumors, Carmine Pawnshop was not merely a simple pawnshop but was the center of black-market trading.
Anything could appear in this establishment, not least of all human lives. Everything under the sun was available as long as it
could be seen.
Besides, the head of Carmine Pawnshop was called Mr. Q. Going by the moniker of Night
Demon; he was cold-blooded and merciless. He treated human life as something as cheap as dirt.
It also meant that if she stood against Carmine Pawnshop or offended Night Demon, her internal organs might be openly
exhibited or sold in the pawnshop the next day.
But she was fearless for Stefan’s sake. So what if her organs would be dug out? She could even risk her life, if it came to that.
“Cut the crap. The people I have here aren’t ordinary thugs. They’ve been to wars. Their power will crush your lackeys’ easily.
Listen to me and hand Stefan over if you don’t want your territory to be ruined!”
Seraphina waved her torch and threatened rampantly.
“Miss Murphy, you should know that my Carmine Pawnshop holds a deep grudge against the Hunt family. That year, he slashed
my face and ruined it. He also ruined the business I built with sweat and tears. I suffered in silence for four years just so I could
get my revenge.

Now that I’ve finally grabbed hold of my enemy, do you think I’ll just let him go so easily?”
Quinton put both of his hands in his pockets and asked with a faint smile. He appeared relaxed and nice, but the ferociousness
in his eyes made those experienced thugs tremble in fear.